While today's trip was not THAT terrible, we were lucky enough to have an explosion. LITERALLY. Jesse got a hold of the whipping cream. The whipping cream- Which in itself is a story: a sad, but true tale about how I ate all of Tyler's pie. I tend to do that. Anyways, I was buying whipping cream in a spray can. Jesse stole it (the thief) and chucked it on the ground. It must have hit the can just right or wrong depending on which way you look at life. The can came to life, attacking everyone and everything in it's path. Emree, Jesse, the man behind us, and I were all targeted. The floor, my cart, the aisle. Anything close was saturated in cream. Lucky enough for me there was no running away from this mess (we couldn't run or we would slip all over and the evidence was all too obvious).
Now, it could have been worse. I am well aware. It could have been the time that Jesse pulled down four glass jars of baby food or the time Emree threw-up in the store. Yes, it could have been worse.
What adventures have you had at the grocery store? Please share!