Mom needed some more
wine Grandma’s Special Juice so I headed out just after 5:00, which is rush hour even in little old Merced too. Now the local supermarket (S-1) sells her juice, but it is about $3-4 cheaper at the store (S-2) across town. So there I was, driving across town. It was hot, traffic was bad, and every time I tried to turn my head to the left I had a muscle spasm in my neck.
I had to take a detour because of a major accident at one of the major intersections in town. I never got close enough to see the wreckage, but I could see 2 fire trucks and a bunch of cop cars so I knew it was no fender bender. The detour would have been no biggie except for the 2oo drivers taking the detour in front of me, who all must have been from out of town because none of them knew where the hell they were going.
Finally, I reached the other store. I should have known that something was about to go wrong when during the busiest time of the day a parking space magically opened up right in front of the store. I just cruised on into the store and walked the .75 miles to the back of the store where they keep the boxed
wine juice. Not only did they have her favorite juice in stock, but it was on sale! (Depending on where you go and if there is a sale the price ranges from $8.99 to $14.99.)
I was standing in line for the check-out when I realized that I didn’t have the ATM card. All I had was $4 cash on me. I had left the ATM card on my dresser. I put the
wine juice back and headed home.
But wait! There’s more!
When I got home I walked back to my bedroom and over to the dresser but I didn’t see the ATM card. It took me about 30 seconds of frantic searching before I found it.
In my shirt pocket.
I bought Mom her juice at S-1 and told her that S-2 was out of stock.