Last Saturday, I ran errands–one of my least favorite activities. I had a plan. I needed to go to MacAuthority to get my broken iPhone replaced. It’s on the other side of town, so I decided to go to the Target out there.
Target is a dangerous place for me–they carry 2 pound bags of Jelly Bellies. I love Jelly Bellies. I eat one piece at a time. Each piece releases intense flavor that requires some thought to determine what it is. One bite might be buttered popcorn. The next might be toasted marshmallow. Every once in a while, you get a less pleasant surprise in the form of coconut. But then you go to the next one and it’s something like cafe-au-lait and it wipes away the less favorite flavor that proceeded it. It’s just fun.
After collecting the list of things I could find, I wandered around the store looking for x-acto knife blades for my husband. I checked the school supplies, the scrapbooking supplies, the hardware section. No luck. I got out my broken iPhone and risked getting glass shards in my finger tips to search on Target’s website. Target doesn’t carry x-acto knife blades.
I headed to the cash register, put my collection of stuff on the belt, opened my purse, and discovered that while I had Tisen’s vet records, notes from a meeting, a USB drive, 2 gum wrappers, 3 lip glosses, a set of keys I didn’t recognize, and a pair of pliers in my purse, I did not have my wallet.
I made the 20 minute drive back home to get my wallet, getting lost only twice. I made it straight back to the store and paid for my stuff. Unfortunately, one bag of my stuff had erroneously been returned to the shelves. So, I got to go shop a second time for the missing items. How I hate to shop.
When I got to the car, I immediately opened the Jelly Bellies and set them on the center console for easy access.
The first turn sent my bag of Jelly Bellies flopping backwards, dumping a handful of joy into the back of the mini-van. I repositioned the bag, cursing under my breath. The next turn sent my Jelly Bellies forward, dumping another big handful in the front of the car, where they promptly rolled under my feet. I kicked them out of the way with a grunt.
MacAuthority didn’t have a replacement phone in stock.
I returned to the car and decided I should pick up the Jelly Bellies before returning home. There’s nothing I hate worse the wasting a good Jelly Belly. I blew the dog hair off them and decided germs are a great way to build the immune system.
As I munched on my tainted Jelly Bellies, my frustration melted away as Very Cherry exploded in my mouth. Were it not for Jelly Bellies, it would have been my head exploding.