I only go to the grocery store once a week. It seems like more but it really is only once per week. It seems that every time I go something happens. There was the time I had a full cart of food and no money. Oops, wrong day. It wasn’t the 3rd. There was the recent event where I saw my life and the lives of my alters pass before my eyes as a white van pulled up behind me and stopped. Then yesterday I had a near miss with a bird who wanted to play target practice with my sunroof. Sheshhh! It makes a girl not want to go to the store. I feel like maybe a dark cloud is hanging over my head every time the word “shop” comes up.
The other day while at a local shop I went to reach for fabric softener but I had to move a bottle of fabric spray first. When I picked the bottle up the bottom of it fell off and spilled all over me. Immediately when it touched my skin it began to burn. My entire right arm was bright red. I calmly walked to the front of the store to ask if I could wash it off in their restroom. I told the cashier what happened and handed her the bottomless bottle. To my surprise she told me they don’t have a public restroom. I told her it wasn’t about using the restroom. She insisted I go next door to their restroom and wash it off. I was livid but still under control UNTIL she reached for a bottle of Windex to wash off my now swollen and rashed up arm. I about fell over when she sprayed me with the bottle then reached to wipe it off with a rag. What is it with people and dirty rags anyway? Continue reading ‘Actions and Reactions’
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