Let’s play a game. What’s the worst thing to have in your grocery bag when the bottom falls out? Eggs? Pickles?
Tonight’s answer: Salsa!
While I am pleased to report the martini olives survived unscathed, I did leave a puddle of picante and glass on the ground outside my local market. Actually, a nearby restaurant owner saw the moment of impact and – feeling sorry for my misfortune – scooped up my groceries and wiped them down while I went back for a new bag. She was very kind, and I was very grateful. Not grateful enough to be amused by her male coworkers’ bizarre attempt to get me to “thank them properly with kisses on the cheek” as I was leaving, but appreciative nonetheless.
It’s been an exhausting day and an odd evening. I need sleep.