Not sure what happened.
But I wrote this post in early July and will post now because it did not post then....
And I will try to post again soon about my further cafe crawling/casino hopping adventures...
I have a couple of vices....One, as you know, is gambling...A couple of weeks ago, when I was attempting to satisy this particular vice, someone knocked me on my butt in the casino parking lot....
Some would have taken that as a sign from above that maybe I should give up this vice...
I did not see it that way...
I am still attempting to recover from that little incident...
I would probably recover quicker if I did not have such an aversion to doctor/hospital visits, but that is a topic for some other post...
Another vice of mine is drinking...As in alcohol...Not that I am an AA candidate...Yet....
But I do like a beer or two a couple of times a week...
Or a glass (or bottle) of wine or two a couple of days a week...
Or a shot or two or three or four a couple of times a month or so...
Anyway...
I was in the local Big Bird grocery store the other day and decided to pick up a bottle or two of something that would satisfy this vice...
As I am pushing my cart in that direction, I see another customer coming at me with her cart...
Unfortunately, there was a display shelf of wine between us....
And she was not looking where she was going...
She slammed into the wine display....
Several bottles came flying at me....
Several more bottles crashed on the floor in front of me...
I jumped out of the eay as best I could...
Considering I was still nursing my foot from the previously mentioned encounter with someone else who was operating a vehicle without looking where they were going...
Let me just say that wine bottles do not hurt as bad as automobiles...
I walked away with a couple of minor cuts...
Again, some would have considered that incident as a sign from above that maybe I should give up that vice....
But not this someone...
After all, vodka and cranberry sure help dull the pain...
And the frustration...
Because the someone driving the cart conveniently disappeared down the next aisle...
And I was left trying to convince the two young store employees that, even though I was the one bleeding on their floor, I was not the one who ran into the display...
I should have asked to see a manager...
But I just wanted to be on my way...
Maybe I should just stick to coffee...
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