As much as I enjoy getting out and doing ~ sometimes, with my knees it can turn into an adventure. I usually in the grocery store get one of those electric carts and enjoy
terrorizing doing the aisles and getting what I need. I even use them at what are called the “box stores”…large over filled and over crowded stores with the very recognizable name(s).
The other day I went on a new adventure ~ a home improvement box store. I decided upfront that I would use the electric cart and enjoy the ride. The person I was shopping with decided that my cart would be an excellent repository for various items being purchased for our two complexes.
The screwdrivers, drill bits and such I didn’t mind. However, the sections of wood began to present a bit of a problem …and then there was the boiler pipe. A nice, round L O N G piece of pipe. I had that balanced on one shoulder, and had some ability to steer with the other hand. I’m sure it was quite a sight.
Then, I saw him ~ the “kid.” You know the ones in the store – totally bored, trying to stay out of trouble, but looking for something/anything to liven up the day.
Then, he saw me. The one with the large metal pipe leaning on his shoulder, in a cart that could only move at a certain speed.
The following account is absolutely true. (thank heavens there were no video cameras!)
Our eyes met and there was an instantaneous silent agreement. There was a slight nod from him, and a narrowing of the eyes from me. I moved my cart into position.
He ducked behind a handy display ~ but I was ready.
I raised the boiler vent pipe to shoulder level and waited. There were two sales people that stopped, turned and looked. I waited . . . A pair of eyes took a quick glance from behind the display and then he made a run for it.
I didn’t do anything, the timing wasn’t just right. Again, he took a quick glance and made a mad dash for the hand tools section. I fired (loudly, I might add) …once then once again … each time taking careful aim with my rocket launcher. He took a direct hit from the second shot…and fell gloriously, noisily and with great dramatic effect in the middle of the floor.
At this point (to quote someone) the parental unit attached entered the picture. I think he would have liked to be upset, but with several sales people and customers laughing and his child unit dusting himself off …it would have been very hard to be upset.
Understand that during this entire time not one word had been exchanged. I took a last look at him, smiled …blew on my fingernails and dusted them on my shirt. He gave me an enormous grin and a thumbs up sign.
I went on my electrified way to find the friend I was shopping with, he went with the parental unit to check out and everyone went back to doing what they had been doing before all this happened. I certainly felt better – I hoped that he felt better about the day. My friend, totally oblivious that a major motion picture scene had just been filmed, apologized for taking so long to find something.
I would have loved to have witnessed that. It certainly would have brightened my day.Hugs,Laurie
I love it – two people on the same wave length having fun and enjoying life – doesn’t get any better than that!
Your posts the last few days have been hilarious! I know you are going through a lot of “adjustment” but the pic of you aiming your lethal bazooka at the kid in the Home Improvements store has left me breathless with laughter! SOOOO glad to see your sense of humour (notice the Canadian spelling) is alive, well & kicking! Now I just want to hear about some amorous adventures ,,, you seem ready for them … hahaha!!Bodhi