Okay, I’m on again. So what will I write? One of my master classics. I’ll tell you of ME on Thursday.
I was thrown off schedule by spending a couple hours making a delivery order from Aldi’s. For some reason I could not place it. So I decided to go to Walmart. I could get my walking done (goal 4000 steps) there instead of going to the gym laps.
Ah, but I stop first at the Dollar Tree. Travel up and down the aisles picking up this and that for quite some time because my goal is to walk. Check out. Go to the car. I’ve lost my key. I remember threading in onto my cell phone shoulder strap just like I do my earbuds. But I knotted the strap to keep from loosing the earbuds. I didn’t for the key. It had slipped off.
Back inside, confessed I had lost my key and I was sure it must be by the counter where I checked out. Couldn’t find it. So I start looking down each aisle. Some gentlemen asked if he could help me. I gave him my story. “Was it possible I dropped it in the car,” he asked. “Maybe so, but I looked once.”
So we start to the car. Another gentleman comes out the door, holding the key. “Is this the one?” “I think so,” I said. “Lets go start the car to be sure.” He showed me I could find out my using the “beeper” on the key. It was my key and my car. A bit red-faced but very thankful, I go on to Walmart.
Very surprised to find a first space best place to park, but my car looked into the sun. Go in, shop, walk, pick up something, walk; need pickles, go to the auto dept. and return for pickles; now to the meat aisle via the garden department; need some jello check out the toy department first, the back for jello. You get the idea. Goal is 4000 steps. I check pedometer: 2777. So I keep going. Finally, still short of my goal, I check out and ask for some help to go load my car.
Nice lady goes out with me. Where’s my car? I’m not sure but I know it was about 5-7 cars down the row and I remember parking toward the sun. Walk. Walk. I know it is somewhere here in the middle. Walk. I try the “beeper” but I don’t expect to hear it because of my bad hearing. Sure enough. I didn’t but neither did my nice loading companion.
Finally I’m so embarrassed I asked her to go back inside, assuring her my purpose for being there was to walk. She goes. I walk. Sun shines. Back sweats. Two fine gentlemen approached me from opposite directions and ask if I need help. I ‘fess up. Tell them what I remember – parked 5-7 cars down the row, facing sun. What color they asked. I told them it was called brown but it didn’t look brown to me. (I’m sure they thought they better look for brown no matter what color it looked to me!) Pointed out a car that had a similar color. Used the “beeper” but neither could hear it. Of course, I couldn’t. One took the key so he could use the beeper and starts crossing rows until he found my car. Oh yes, parked in the first best place just where I remembered parking it – finally.
Did I walk enough to reach my goal? Yes.
This wasn’t too bad to type, but I enlarged to Heading 2 for every paragraph. Otherwise this would all be this size. Can you read this size okay? I can hardly read while I type it.