Farewell Supermarket

Once again, my crippling clumsiness has struck and wow was it ever spectacular.

I managed to close down a supermarket aisle! Woo!

I went to on my weekly supermarket trip, all was well. I normally make it out of the place without wreaking much havoc. But no. Today was special. I managed to drop five bottles of pasta sauce and they weren't even a brand I wanted.

I'll explain. The cart I was using started acting up on me. About half way through getting what I needed, one of the wheels started to drag and pull the cart sharply to the left. So to get it to move I had to really push the damn thing. Then it didn't want to stop. So as I was reaching for a pasta sauce the thing bumped the shelf and knocked a bottle off. I caught that one but in the process I knocked off four more bottles. As I tried to catch the others I dropped the one I caught. The aisle was pretty much covered in red and glass. Somehow I only managed to get a few drops on myself. I explained what happened to the store manager and got out of the store as soon as I could. I finished my shopping elsewhere but I'm never going back to that supermarket.

I didn't tell Aaron what happened. He would have never let me live this one down.

The thing is, I should have known it was going to be a bad day. From the moment I woke up things have been going badly for me. I wanged my fractured toe on the door frame (I almost cried), all the pans came down avalanche style when I went to make breakfast and I dropped the dental floss in the toilet. At least dinner was great. Beef Stroganoff- yummy.