Now this is one way to get a heart attack.
It takes a lot to get me out of the house, but one surefire thing is when I run out of my cheap wine.
And today I was out, so I got in my car and went to town.
Wrong.
Today is the day of our Senora De Guadalupe, and the Mexicans take that very seriously, so many roads downtown were closed for traffic to facilitate easy access and egress from the churches.
Total mayhem, but I made it to the store, fully expecting more mayhem, only to find the store almost empty.
Terrific, I thought, and sped around filling my cart with all kinds of stuff according to my list, and hauled it to the check out and watched the numbers soar, as the nimble fingered checkout lady added up all my purchases.
And then I dug into my bag for my card and...............no card.
My heart was palpitating, my pulse was racing and my face was flushing beet red...
no card...stolen, lost, gone, not here, and I had nowhere near enough cash to pay for my stuff.
What to do????
So I stammered to the nimble fingered checkout lady that I had to run to my car to look for my card, an off I took.
It was there; it had slipped out of the bag and was sitting on the seat.
Finding the card and paying for the groceries made the miserable trip home worth it.
Besides, I now have a supply of cheap wine, and that is very important.