• What Would Happen To Me

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    I’m sitting in my office looking out the window while working . . . . . . . ok, daydreaming, and I see this guy coming out of Kroger wheeling his cart to the vehicle right in front of my door. He parks the cart between his and another car and starts throwing 5 large bags of dog food into the back seat . . . . then he opens the passenger front door, throws in 1 item (and this whole time, I am thinking this guy’s going to leave the cart in the middle of the parking lot). He then scampers around the front of the vehicle . . . . . leaving the cart right where I expected . . . . . the middle of the parking lot.

     
    I go outside to retrieve the cart . . . . not wanting it to roll down the hill and hit my or . . . . . . heaven forbid . . . . . . . . Linda’s car. As I get close, I notice about 30 packs of meat (no bag) laying in the cart. As I move the cart to the sidewalk, the Kroger people run up to me demanding I give them the cart as it is their food. The son of a gun (or something like that) stole the food . . . . . . which explains his hurry.
     
    Now, two thoughts (actually 3) go through my mind.
       1st . . . Why are the Kroger employee’s yelling at me?
       2nd . . . Really . . . . . Bologna when he could have had steak?
       3rd . . . The son of a something takes the dog food and (in his rush to get away) leaves the people food? Are his animals more important than his kids?
     
    Maybe he is unemployed. I don’t know, but he was driving a giant, new, shiny red, gas guzzling SUV. Kroger tells me there is nothing to do but let these crooks go. It’s not worth the effort, they say. So, I think to myself . . . . . . . what would happen to me? And that reminds me of a story.
     
    During Linda’s Thanksgiving day preparations, I was sent (to this very same Kroger) to purchase a handful of items. Small items they were . . . . . . just some last minute cooking stuff. It was a chilly day, so I grabbed my coat and my list from Linda and off I went. Running through the store . . . not wanting to mess with the crowds . . . . I bypassed the carts and went for the items, knowing I can simply carry them to the register. I realized I was wrong in that assumption, as I continually dropped one item after the other. Not wanting to go up front for a cart . . . . . . . I started to put a couple of the items in my coat pocket. MY COAT POCKET! Don’t ever do that! They didn’t even let me get as far as the register before I was stopped. I explained myself . . . . . . . . talked about my stupidity . . . . . . discussed how real men don’t use “buggies” . . . . . . . and then had to convince them that I worked . . . just over there . . . . . as I was pointing to GalaxSea Cruises out the front window.
     
    Somewhat convinced that I was not stealing, they directed me to the checkout lane and stood there . . . . . . . . watching my every move . . . . . . to make sure I paid for every item . . . . . . . which, of course, I had every intention of from the start.
     
    So, lesson learned. The next time I get sent to the store, I will be leaving my coat in the car. I will instead, take one or our beach bags so that I can easily slip items in . . . . . making it easy for me to carry . . . . . . and eliminating any chance of me (once again) being embarrassed at the store. 
     
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