if i believed in karma...

This morning after I dropped the boys off at preschool, I ran to the grocery store with Caia to pick up some stuff for the week. There weren't too many people around, grapes were on sale for $0.99/lb., and I was making good time, so all in all it was turning out to be a pleasant shopping experience. Unlike my experience last week that I ranted about in a post. Of course, that all fell to pieces when I had my run-in with the display of canned tomatoes.
Before I explain said run-in, I would like to offer up a few excuses to absolve myself. First of all, having Caia's car seat sitting in the top of the cart pretty much blocks my view of anything directly in front of my cart for about five feet. I have to constantly check to make sure that I'm clear before I move ahead. Secondly, I really don't think that the store has any business putting a display of cans in the middle of the aisle, especially when the same product is only a few feet away on the shelf where it belongs.
But, regardless of the reasons, I pushed my cart into a display of canned tomatoes and watched as they did a slow-motion tumble to the ground and rolled down the aisle. As if that weren't enough, it happened immediately after I passed a store manager who heard the commotion and came back to clean up my mess.
I apologized profusely and offered to help but he waved me away. I can't say that he was super nice about it but then again, he probably has someone up in corporate telling him to stack cans in the middle of the aisle (where they don't belong!) and they never have to deal with crazy women who knock them over. I really wanted to continue down the aisle to grab something else but thought that might be pushing my luck so I turned around and continued back the way I had come, my face burning with shame. Good times.

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