It is Friday night, about 1:00. I have a craving for ice cream. I go to Wal-Mart (where else at that time in the morning?!) and am parusing down the frozen food section and find the Edy's Slow Churned ice cream... Girls Scout Samoa Cookie Ice Cream, to be exact. Then, the idea hits me. I want chocolate syrup to go with it. Well, where do they keep the Hershey's syrup? On the aisle with the ketchup, mustard, BBQ sauce and industrial sized mayonnaise. Why?, I'm really not sure, but they do.
So, I'm leaning toward the left side, trying to make sure that I'm on the right aisle. What I didn't see... you guessed it... KFC Masterpiece BBQ sauce, with Sesame Seeds. Well, I go splat all over the floor. My favorite pair of Roxy sandals, my favorite Old Navy jeans are both covered in chicken dressings. So, I try to get up. It wasn't graceful, it wasn't elegant, it wasn't pretty. It wasn't successful . I go down again. And about 3 or 4 more times, until I finally get frustrated enough to take my shoes off and walk barefooted (GROSS) through Wal-Mart.
I had to make a special trip to my parent's house to wash my jeans and shirt. My sandals are still slippery and my car smells like a mix between General Tso's chicken and the BBQ chicken my dad raised me on. Go stinkin' figure. Who else would that happen to? Only me... just watch out behind those SUV's :)
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Yikes Beth! Sounds like you took quite a fall!!! Glad you are back in the blogging world now :) I love reading all about everyone's life!!!!
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