The Shoppers Adventure...

This one is complicated. It’s a simple story of standing in line yesterday at Shoppers Drugs waiting to make a purchase. The woman in front of me had a bunch of items to purchase, and it was a special day where one could get two gift cards at $10 each for any $75 purchase. One card was from Shoppers and one from Tim Horton’s.

I was purchasing a bottle of Tylenol on sale for $10.

The woman in front of me looked familiar, although she wasn’t, but I actually thought I knew her. She had one package, a gift item; she put aside after checking the price and decided to make her decision later on this item.
I offered, if she did not get to $75 to let her purchase my Tylenol to make up the difference. She thanked me but thought she’s made it. I think she thought I was offering my purchase to her and would give her the cash, but in all honesty, I only had $5 with me anyway.
By now the line was getting long and the cashier called for backup in the next isle.

The purchases came to $75.34 and she was good for the two gift cards, and all was right. The second cashier came up and asked for the next one in line, which was me.

The woman behind me, an older woman (although probably not older than me) yelled out, “That’s me!” and grabbed her stuff and went in the new line. The woman behind her yelled out that it was me that was next, not her, and she yelled at all of us, inventing a new shopping rule, “He put his package down already on the counter so I’m next!”

The woman behind me now began to get worried because she thought I was in need, as I was buying Tylenol. I let everyone know I wasn’t in a hurry, and it was OK that the lady pushed her way in front of the new line.

The woman getting the gift cards started apologising because someone must need those Tylenols and she was holding up the line. I told her I was fine, and we were OK, and she decided to purchase her one gift item if she could use her new $10 Shoppers card, as long as I didn’t mind. I assured her I didn’t and let the line know that the old woman who pushed her way in was rude and beyond acceptance. However, The Tylenol was just a fill in and everyone was feeling better.

Besides, I said, I was going to put then whole story of the Shoppers line on my blog, it was so much fun.

The woman with the $75 bill begged me not to use her name. I yelled out to her as she left, “I can’t use your name, I don’t know it!”

She didn’t tell me her name so I can only leave you with the story. I thought that it must have been a full moon. It wasn’t, I checked.

But somewhere there is a very nice woman, in her late 40’s, wearing a stylish black leather jacket who has a gift for someone that cost $19.99 and she got $10 off.

Oops! I did it again…

Oops! I did it again… I played with your heart, got lost in the game…

I'm not that innocent…

I said I would stop falling (down, not an in love issue)

Here I was in the morning, on garbage day, going out (way past the garbage take out time, already done) to take Max for a walk. I had taken out the garbage in good, slip-on shoes but used my “regular” big shoes to take Max for a walk. Unfortunately, they had little or no soles left; in fact as they went into the garbage container later on after we saw they had holes in the soles.

I made it to the end of the driveway and here we go again, I fell! I went down on my very bad knee, the one that has its own doctor looking after it, and managed to twist my very bad, totally repaired ankle, broken 12 years ago and full of metal parts.

I lay there in the driveway, unable to get up, hoping nothing was broken and assessing my situation.

Max’s leash was in my left hand and secure. My cell phone was locked in my car (not good) and my wife and daughter were somewhere in the house. I looked around for help, it was 7:15 in the morning, and there was none. I screamed for my wife to no avail. I needed something solid to lift myself up.

I looked around and found “the green bin”. For those of you unaware of a green bin, it’s the raw garbage recycling container that has two wheels and goes out once a week. It is sturdy, and there is no way I can get up without something to hold on to, as my knees went away a long time ago. The green bin was it, providing that nothing was badly broken so I could stand.

The next problem was the bin has two wheels, and if it slides on the wheels, it would fall and would open and I would be hit with an entire bin full of wet garbage. I would be found, lying with my dog on the driveway, while he was eating a bad dinner of leftovers poured all over me!

I had to do something, I was wet and bleeding from my right knee, and I hurt! The green bin was my only choice, and I positioned myself in such a way that it should work. I had to open the top and get my hands over the edge to make sure the weight would hold the thing on the ground and the wheels wouldn’t get moving on me.

I sit here now in my office, hours later, with my knee and my ankle hurting, a bandage on the knee, trying to figure out how not to kill myself the next time I go out! I need to try and be careful. When I took out all the garbage and recycling I was very aware of all of the pitfalls. However, I guess walking Max was such normal activity that I paid less attention.

The doctor says it’s only soft tissue damage.

So, Oops! I did it again….