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This was yesterday.
Aug. 6th, 2008 11:39 pm
It's taken me a day and a half to type it all down.
We were in the supermarket. Evangeline was in the cart. Ana was walking (sheesh, I can't bring that girl down the produce aisle anymore! It's all "KALE!" this and "BEETS!" that and "CAN WE HAVE SOME PLEASE?????" up and down, and don't ask me about the cinnamon sticks!), and I'd stopped to see if I should get some... I don't know, watermelon maybe.
And Evangeline wet her pants. ALL over the cart, ALL over the apples, and the limes, and the two large cinnamon sticks, and the culantro (not a misspelling), and... *sighs*
Into the bathroom, wipe her off, make Ana sit on the toilet (why not), and put Evangeline in the sling. That's dealt with. But what was I going to do with the produce? The store had to know, it clearly could NOT go back on the shelves. And I agreed to pay for it right off the bat - fine, whatever. But how the fuck could we do that? It's produce! It has to be weighed! AND IT IS COVERED WITH PISS.
Meanwhile, I also had to tell off three people who kept trying to walk off with the cart. Hello? There's food in it? It's being used? (Dubiously, because I'd just reshopped very quickly with a basket. Sure as hell wasn't heading back to the store later!) And it's covered in piss, maybe you didn't notice? I don't get people sometimes.
20 minutes of talking to cashiers, and managers, all for me to shell out $4.74 and toss the whole lot of food in the trash. (Really, I suppose I could've washed the limes, I just didn't want to deal with it.)
WHAT a waste of time.
*sighs*
But the nieces were really very patient and cheerful about it all, that's good.
We were in the supermarket. Evangeline was in the cart. Ana was walking (sheesh, I can't bring that girl down the produce aisle anymore! It's all "KALE!" this and "BEETS!" that and "CAN WE HAVE SOME PLEASE?????" up and down, and don't ask me about the cinnamon sticks!), and I'd stopped to see if I should get some... I don't know, watermelon maybe.
And Evangeline wet her pants. ALL over the cart, ALL over the apples, and the limes, and the two large cinnamon sticks, and the culantro (not a misspelling), and... *sighs*
Into the bathroom, wipe her off, make Ana sit on the toilet (why not), and put Evangeline in the sling. That's dealt with. But what was I going to do with the produce? The store had to know, it clearly could NOT go back on the shelves. And I agreed to pay for it right off the bat - fine, whatever. But how the fuck could we do that? It's produce! It has to be weighed! AND IT IS COVERED WITH PISS.
Meanwhile, I also had to tell off three people who kept trying to walk off with the cart. Hello? There's food in it? It's being used? (Dubiously, because I'd just reshopped very quickly with a basket. Sure as hell wasn't heading back to the store later!) And it's covered in piss, maybe you didn't notice? I don't get people sometimes.
20 minutes of talking to cashiers, and managers, all for me to shell out $4.74 and toss the whole lot of food in the trash. (Really, I suppose I could've washed the limes, I just didn't want to deal with it.)
WHAT a waste of time.
*sighs*
But the nieces were really very patient and cheerful about it all, that's good.
