The other day I dropped Kiley off at Scouts and decided to take advantage of having a babysitter. I went to the grocery. I don't know what was going on that day, but I was really out of it. It was a store I had never been in and so I was taking in all the new stuff. I really just wanted to go sit in the car and sleep, but decided that a cappuccino (splurge!) might do the trick. So with my groceries, cappuccino and a USA today I went back to my car.
As I left the parking lot area I realized that I had turned the wrong way down an aisle, but there was nothing for me to do about it. I saw someone I knew and then waved and then continued on my erroneous course. A fellow traveler, who was headed in the correct direction, took it upon herself to shake her finger at me, yell through closed windows, and shoot me mean looks.
I wanted to do many things. I wanted to stop my car and ask her if she really thought I intentionally went the wrong way. I wanted to make her see that I was not a bad person. I also wanted to throw my cappuccino out the window,but was not about to waste that $3 drink!
Then I started laughing. I mean, what was going on in this woman's life to get her this upset over a car going the wrong way down an aisle? Please, God, let me never be so upset that I read people the riot act over such mundane mistakes.