Learn About Laura…One Story at a Time: Slippin’ and Slidin’ in the Aisles

Can you tell I’m avoiding the choir bus story? 

I’ll get to it…really I will. 

Eventually.

Just pretend that the story I’m telling today is just as exciting. 

It happened when I was little…like 8 or 9 years old or something.

I was with my friend Lisa and her mom at Gibsons (does ANYBODY else remember THAT store?)

Lisa and I were wandering around while her mom shopped. 

Now, why we were wandering around in the laundry detergent aisle is beyond me… 

We did weird things. (I’m sure it was all Lisa’s idea.)

I don’t remember how it happened. I mean, what in the world must I have been doing to knock a big bottle of liquid laundry detergent off of the shelf…

…so hard that it would bust and ooze mountain fresh scented slime all over the floor?

It’s hard to tell.

I was big into making believe that I was a mom and had my own kids with me at the store. Lisa probably also had her make believe kids with her. 

One of her make believe kids probably climbed up on the shelf and wouldn’t get down. (‘Cause all of my make believe kids were sitting quietly with their make believe hands in their make believe laps singing make believe songs quietly in my make believe cart.)

Okay, anyway… 

The laundry detergent is trickling farther into the aisle and I’m thinking, “Um, I should do something, or go get somebody, or um, something.”

So we kind of panicked and went around to the next aisle to think (because 9 year olds can always think better in the aisle with brooms and comet).

And then, before we could think or do anything…we hear this cart skidding and banging, and the boom of someone hitting the floor…and someone saying, “ouch” and groaning…

And we ran back over to that aisle and see this lady with mountain fresh slime all over her pants, and her cart is all wonky, and her purse had spilled…

Oh, the guilt.

So I start apologizing over and over (like she had ANY idea that I had been the one to spill the detergent).

And Lisa was sort of just hopping up and down and flinging her hands around and looking all around in hopes that her mom might miraculously come around the corner to pick up some Tide or Biz or something…

So the lady slowly gets up…and I don’t know…probably tried to wipe mountain freshness off of her pants with a kleenex from her spilled purse.

I finally found someone who worked there so they could clean it up.

And I appologized to the lady about 152 more times.

Then we found Lisa’s mom (who probably still doesn’t know what we (okay, I) had done…because by the time we found Lisa’s mom, Lisa was over it. 

I, on the other hand, felt sick to my stomach that I had made some old lady fall down. (She was probably in her upper 30’s.)  :)

Okay now see? When you get to read a story as exciting as that one…you don’t really need to hear the story of what I yelled on a loud choir tour bus, do you?

;)

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