I started the day with optimism ........ really, I did.
I rushed through my morning chores (cleaning toilets) and then raced to the local grocery for fresh bread and milk and eggs for the convenience of my campers. Check out isn't until noon .............. so check-in can't occur until ...... after noon. Right? If you try to check in a hotel before check-in time what happens? So, I am carefully selecting all the items I need and my cell rings. He who loathes checking in campers and can't seem to look at my easy chart is frantic because the people I assigned to 14 can't get in because 14 hasn't left yet. Probably because it is only 11:00 and they assume they have another hour to get going............
So, now I am literally running and pushing the cart like I am trying to get to the finish line first. All I can think about is getting back to the campground to enforce my chart!! He said he had several more checking in. Several, how many is several? My mind is whirling with the many variations of mistakes that can be made with several check-ins. I finally make it to the check-out counter where exactly two lines are open. Foolishly, I choose the line with nothing on the belt. I load my merchandise onto the belt and watch as the nice lady conducts her transaction with her EBT card, then pays for the non-qualifying items and think that I am next. How silly I am. The clerk disappears into the room containing the locked up cigarettes and finally reappears with about a dozen single packs, two different brands. Then forgets that he locked his drawer when he left his post and tries to scan them several times before realizing and correcting his error. He then proceeds to scan each pack ever so slowly.
Yay, my turn. He reaches beyond the six packs of Pepsi product and scans and bags all my breads first and hands each bag to me. He looks at me quizzically as I lay each bag back on the counter and I tell him I want to put the heavier items into the cart first. He looks at me like I have grown horns and asks what he should scan next and I suggest the six-packs of sodas. I also had four 2 litre bottles of Diet Coke to satisfy he who drinks that. No longer moving slowly he scans and hands the six packs to me at lightning speed and then the Cokes. Doesn't bag them or set the to the side so that I can load the cart at a normal pace. As I lifted one bottle from his hands it slipped from my grip, at a level just below my waist and hit my foot. Actually my second and third toes of my left foot and then bounced into the air before hitting the floor. Didn't even hurt too much ....... at first. The pain hit me while I was paying and I thought I was going to hurl on the kid before I could get out of the store. I am pretty sure my third toe is broken. He who delivers picnic tables suggested I go to the ER, but, really, why bother. They don't set toes and it looks okay except for the impressive bruise creeping up my foot. I reminded he who hates check-ins that we have a park to fill today and he agreed that I didn't need medical attention.
So here I am. Have checked in a few, but the onslaught won't happen until folks get off work and muscle their way through the traffic to get here. Things could be worse. At least it was my left foot and didn't affect my driving home. I have a nice comfy chair to sit in ........... and I have my computer. All is well ..... for now.