The scene: My latest fave home store Crate and Barrel and me, a squirmy baby girl and a stroller with way too many shopping bags looped around the handles. Everything was civilized and dandy until LadyP started screaming for me to get her OUT of said stroller ASAP. (ASAP MOMMY! NOWWWWW!) Fine. This wouldn’t be the first time that I’d be carrying a baby while pushing an empty stroller like a confused idiot. Sooooo… out came the baby, and BAM! Smack fell the stroller straight to the ground… along with my innocent Starbucks Passion Iced Tea nestled so comfortably in the cup holder (all thanks to those shopping bags hanging on the handles mentioned earlier… seems I forgot about my stroller needing even weight distribution to remain upright).
Nice. As though the noise – and the startled stares of the salespeople jumping around to see what the heck just happened – wasn’t enough, my previously-full delicious refreshment was now splattered all over the pristine hardwood floor (luckily, I wasn’t close enough to splash and stain any furniture or rugs). LadyP stared and concentrated on the mess of our red puddle with ice cubes as though she was embarrassed for me.
So, what to do?
Option 1: Leave it all there and get the hell outta dodge.
Option 2: Yell (and make a scene) to the nearest sales rep to bring me a paper towel from the restroom.
Option 3: Grab the most absorbent thing you can think of within reach and start wiping… DONE. Situation handled. Thanks Mickey.
