Um. Sorry. Sometimes I can't resist.
So I kind of love the "oh, shit!" moments in this video
And the thing is, I totally do this. Even though in theory, I understand that when I have both hands full, I can't really fit anything else.
I do this both physically and emotionally. Although less and less so on the latter.
A few weeks ago Jen and her husband and some other friends were coming over, and I walked to the grocery store to get entertainingy food and drinks. I filled up my backpack and two reusable bags. I had a blue ton of stuff.
I don't know what a blue ton might be. I just made it up and like how it sounds. You can substitute shitload if you need a better visual.
So the guy asked if I needed help out with the bags and I thanked him and said that I was walking.
And his eyes kind of bulged. So I said, "I'm stronger than I look."
I then slung the backpack on my back, hoisted the bags. OH! And picked up the two 12-packs of beer!
I forgot. Also I had a bunch of Sierra Nevada.
So. One full backpack. Two full cloth bags. And two 12-packs of glass bottled-beer.
I staggered - really, without exaggeration - out the door and got about ten steps before I had to set everything down and readjust. I got maybe half a block and realized my veins were bulging. And my hands were maybe going to fall off.
Fortunately, it was a Saturday. I called Nick.
Nick, who had offered to go, because we needed a lot of stuff. And I'd said, no, no, no problem. I can handle it.
I called him and said, "Help!"
Then I stacked the beer, sat down on it, and opened a bag of chips.
Sometimes that's the best solution.
Happy Friday, friends!