Today was the first official day I had off since we broke for Christmas Break last week. I celebrated by going to the dentist to get the permanent filling put on my root canal at 9 a.m. After this I went Christmas Shopping at a local mall. This leads me to believe that I may need to rethink my idea of the word “celebrate.”
After an hour and a half in Marshall’s, I finally emerged with a good chunk of my shopping completed. This isn’t all that big a deal, except for the fact that I had intended to go to Home Goods, not Marshall’s, but I accidentally went in the wrong door.
Which, again, wouldn’t have been a big deal, but it took me ten minutes to notice I was in the wrong store. And by then I had stuff in my cart so I decided to stay there.
So I’d say I was functioning on a par with most of the other shoppers I ran into. The 19 year old met me at the store, which helped a lot, because after walking up and down aisle upon aisle of miscellaneous department-store overstocks, I felt like my eyes were about to roll back into my head.
I arrived home bag-laden and foot-sore, pleased that I had finished such a daunting task, until I realized that I needed a few more items. I then broke my hardest and fastest December Rule. I went to Target at 3 in the afternoon the week before Christmas.
Also, just then, it began to rain.
Somehow, though, the rain just brought us all together, and there was a cheerful atmosphere among my fellow shoppers. I had a moment of solidarity with a young couple in the toy section when a little boy reached into the cart his mother was pushing and pulled out a toy, saying, “HEY! Why is this in our cart? I said I liked it but I didn’t put it in here!” His father burst out laughing, while his mother looked over at me and mouthed the words, “Darn it!”
The best moment of the day happened on my way out of the store. The exit was clogged with people stopping to pull out umbrellas and put on hoods, because the rain had just started up again, and just ahead of me was a family with three kids. Their youngest, a little boy who looked to be about 4, ran out the door and stopped just at the edge of the overhang, then threw his arms up into the air, exclaimed, “Bye-bye, cwuel world!” and stepped out into the deluge.
I was still chuckling by the time I got home.