Clean up on Aisle 3: I should be a professional glass breaker

Written November 22, 2019

It has been over 8 years since this happened and I can still remember the feeling I had when it happened.   I was pushing my cart around Kroger on Hilliard Rome Road.  I think it was evening because I used to work 2^nd shift and be a night person (As I write this at 5:30am).   I was in my early twenties and new to the area.   And I clearly needed some more life experience to get some common sense because I put a jar of Prego in the top of the cart where kids sit….without putting the little blue thing up to stop things from falling out of the front.  You see where this is going right?  Well 22 year old me didn’t.   Out of nowhere, the laws of physics attacked me and when I stopped my cart, the Prego rolled just the right way where it fell out of one of the leg holes and shattered all over the ground.   I think as a Mom I would cry if this happened, but I wasn’t much of a crier back then.  What makes me a little sad to think back on is that I told a worker, apologized profusely (you could tell the worker was so mad), but I didn’t even offer to help.   What a jerk LOL.

                A few years earlier I worked in a restaurant.   We had those big clear glass ash trays when I first started because smoking was still legal in restaurants for a short amount of time.  One of those fell off my tray as I put dishes in the cleaning racks and broke.   I broke quite a few plates during my time there too.   And just so you don’t think I’ve completely out grown this, when I was dating Andy and lived on my own, I saw blood on the floor and thought my poor little dog Nova cut her foot on something.  I’m searching her and trying to figure out what happened when I finally figure out it’s my own foot bleeding. I had broken a jar of Prego about a month before this (come on Prego, switch to something less breakable already) and I thought I had cleaned up all the pieces.  Nope, I missed a little shard of glass that I stepped on in that little kitchen and made a little blood trail around my apartment floor.   Andy didn’t run at this point so I knew he must be in this for the long run.

                So why am I writing about my klutziness? Is it so no one gets me anything glass for Christmas or any other special occasion? No, but maybe don’t think it will last forever if you do.  I think it’s a good reminder that everyone has their little quirks.   And I hope it reminds people to laugh at theirselves today if something embarrassing happens.   You might remember the situation 8 years later, but it will be something funny instead of something scarring.   And seriously…maybe I just shouldn’t buy spaghetti sauce in a jar anymore.