So I’m at the grocery store and decided to strike up conversation with this guy beside me. Yes, yes, he was cute, BUT I was just being friendly.
Anyhow, as he lingers, and I’m ordering perhaps way too much food, he offered to help me with my groceries.
What do I do?
Refuse, of course.
Perhaps it was my gut instinct or my strange sense of loyalty, but I just wasn’t ready to take the bite.
I ended up trying to lug two heavy bags, instead of three even ones, and found myself running for the bus.
Of course, the bags broke, landed on the cement, and I’m thankful I didn’t roll onto the road.
Bus whizzes by, car drives around me and I’m left picking up the pieces.
Is Independence really that humiliating?
I called up someone to help me, only to have her boyfriend-but-not-really scold her for being my taxi driver.
I mean, come on!
What I have learned from all this:
Next time, bring stronger bags. Don’t expect anyone to help you. And if you’re going to talk to cute guys, try not to humiliate yourself later by dropping your groceries in the middle of the parking lot.