I had the most embarrassing thing happen to me at the grocery store last night. I'm not sure what came over me.
I touched base with Carolyn via email during the day and she mentioned she would be getting her Thanksgiving shopping done after work. She was making a trip to BJ's box store then the grocery store. I needed to get my allergy shots and the grocery store is on the way so I told her I could meet her there and maybe we could get dinner afterwards. It worked out that I was there about 20 minutes ahead of her. So i grabbed a cart and started working my way through the aisles.
Some days I go the the store, I walk down putting things into my cart and I have no trouble at all. This was not one of those days. It seems like all the stupid people were shopping at the same time. Between the people why basically block the entire aisle searching the shelves for the one item they need while oblivious to the 4 or 5 people standing trying to just get by. And then there are the Nascar shoppers who come careening around the store like the last item on the shelf is about to disappear. There were all there. Since Carolyn wasn't even there I knew I could take my time, but all that did was allow me to just stand and watch how badly behaved people can be. That is until I became one of the bad people.
Typically I shop the ice cream last. Makes sense since I don't want it to melt, right. I know it's not hot out and it's not really a problem in November, but it's a routine. So I place my cart out of the way and start looking for my favorite flavor ... chocolate-chip cookie dough. I can't find it. Normally when I don't find my favorite I would just grab a vanilla/chocolate/strawberry combo which I did do. But since Carolyn still had about a third of the store left I had plenty of time to search. So I'm looking at the case digging past the other flavors like fudge ripple and banana split and I decide since it seemed like there was no cookie dough I started hunting for black cherry. While doing that this 30-ish woman starts looking as well. Then out of the corner of my eye I see she uncovered a cookie dough. She didn't seem to want it and I just went "ooh" and reached for it. She just exclaimed "oh my God", and started to run away. I just said "oh, did you want this", and started to hand her over the ice cream. She just said no she didn't but she'd never seen anyone do that before. I guess I was that bad. I felt really small. What may have made it worse is she was cute and was wearing a Block Island sweatshirt, one of my favorite places. I had this picture in my head of me chasing her around the store saying "here, take this ice cream". Like I'm some kind of crazy person.
At that I was done shopping. I really needed to get out of there. Carolyn was almost done so I headed for the checkout line. Carolyn was actually still 10 minutes behind me so I had to wait at the front of the store while she finished. Never saw the woman again, thank God.
We had a nice dinner and I told her the ice cream story. All she had to say was we needed to order quick so that ice cream wouldn't thaw in the car. Yeah, that would be bad if I never even eat the ice cream.