Okay, not really. But I sure felt like one yesterday after work.
Matthew and I did some shopping at Wal-Mart and were on the spaghetti aisle. He walked ahead to pick up some meatloaf seasoning and I selected a nice garlic spaghetti sauce and placed it in the basket.
Well, since I was pushing the basket to try and catch back up with Matthew, apparently I put the jar in the top basket with my purse. Of course, not being cautious and not even thinking about any possible eventuality, I trudged on.
It was after I had caught up with Matthew that the man coming towards me needed to get something off the shelf where I was parked in front of. So, I jerked my basket to the left and backwards to accommodate him.
**CRASH**
The spaghetti sauce fell through the leg-hole of the baby basket and crashed down onto the floor in between my legs. I was covered, both feet from knees to soles in garlic spaghetti sauce!
Matthew, being a total guy turns around and said something completely un-constructive like, "Why did you put it up there?" Yeah, he is not the most helpful on things that need spontaneously and immediately dealt with.
Finally he goes and get the "clean-up" wipes at the end of the aisle and I got most of the "big chunks" off my trousers.
I just can not possibly reason as to why in 2008 they still produce anything in glass jars! If only I had picked up the plastic Ragu jar, I would have had a much nicer evening, and not felt like a bread stick!
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