I’ve another Carlos story to share ….
Last weekend, I was a wee bit under the weather, with a nasty head, nose and throat cold, so when it came time to do the grocery shopping Carlos volunteered to go alone.
Uh oh. Now, to be fair, he knows what to buy, but he has a tendency to grab whatever’s on the shelf while I like to do a little price-checking and comparison shopping, but, I thought, for a chance to stay home and rest — we had an event to attend that afternoon — I’d risk Carlos and his impulse purchases.
He was gone just over an hour when he returned home and I helped unload the car, and then unload the bags in the kitchen. It seemed a little light to me, but Carlos said he got everything on the list so …
Where’s the deli stuff for your lunches?
I bought it.
Where is it?
Should be there.
And where are the fruits and veggies? Did you not buy any veggies?
No, I bought all that stuff, maybe a bag is still in the car.
No bag. And back in the kitchen I noticed one of our reusable shopping bags was missing—most of them are Kroger blue bags, but we had one black bag from the Bi-Lo when we shopped there one time.
I was sure there was a black reusable grocery bag filled with fruits, veggies and deli stuff, rotting in the noon-day sun in the Kroger parking lot; Carlos was sure there was not, though a call to the store revealed that the black bag, with fruits and veggies and deli stuff, had been left at the cashier.
Carlos instantly blamed the kid who bagged the groceries, though I was slightly more inclined to tell Carlos that maybe he should have seen to it that all the bags were put in the cart. After another thirty minute drive there, and a thirty minute drive home, we had our fruits and veggies and deli stuff.
You know I’m gonna blog about this.
I know … :::sigh:::
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