Off on my Sunday adventure – grocery shopping! Woohoo – right?! But, I’ve been manic and for some odd reason I don’t mind the hustle and bustle when I’m in that state of mind. But of course it’s yet again that double-edged sword because though I am doing alright, what are the people around me feeling like? I’m pretty forthright to begin with and when I’m manic it’s worse; that and I can’t help hearing the conversations around me (that heightened awareness and all) and before I think I blurt something out – “Oh you’ve never tried Wolf Chili before? It’s really good. I have a friend … blah blah blah.” I talk to myself almost continuously and I am super happy to tell rude people how rude they are and why.
So there is the setting of the story; or rather my prelude to the true story.
It’s grocery shopping day … despite the bone crushing lower-back ache, the pounding headache and cramps, I get all ready to go slap in a fresh female apparatus as it is that time of the month. Please make note it is a “super”. I get into my little blue car and go-kart the five-minute drive to the grocery store. As I pull into a parking place my mind nags, “Should you stop by the bathroom before you start shopping?” In which I respond, “No, it’s been 5 minutes, don’t be paranoid.”
So I casually (but not tortoise-like) stroll back to the rear of the store where I usually start my shopping; making note of a couple of items that are on sale in the main aisle. I choose 10 yogurts … and no I didn’t sit and ponder forever … then I get that feeling. That uh-oh I think the dam’s about to break feeling. So I haul butt up to the front of the store (why oh why can’t they still have the rear restrooms for their customers?), drop my cart with the greeter and hit the restroom. “Yes,” I’m thinking as I push the door open, “I made it – there MIGHT be a dime spot in my underwear, but no catastrophe.”
The door open now, I see how wrong I am. Turning to the lady standing there I ask, “Both stalls full?” (Of course they were!) So I stand as still as possible and wait and wait and UG, how it feels like forever!
Finally one stall is open, the woman before me steps in … I wait … I wait … my minds mouthing off, “Oh geez, of course the lady in the other stall has to be taking a dump.”
She’s finally finished, picks her purse up from the floor (I won’t even go into how disgusting I think that is – she probably sets it on her kitchen table when she gets home.), then I hear, “I’m stuck.”
Great! Really? Stuck?
By the way it’s over now, I’m hit, but the longer I wait the worse it is.
She finally gets out and I jet in like a dog after a steak. There certainly was enough blood to involve a steak. Through the panties and through the jeans, but not visible to others – I think.
I will be damned if I am going all the way home to have to come all the way back to shop. “Quick, think quickly, what to do?” I have a tampon, but I don’t have a pad in my purse and of course places of business quit catering to their female customers long ago. Yes really, those machines are just there for decoration; I promise you they are empty. So I shove a strategically folded wad of toilet paper between my undies and jeans to prevent my jeans from soaking up anymore of the mess, clean up the best I can, wash up and say a “thank you” for the fact that I have on a mid-length coat to cover my butt. Even though it was not visible I would have been far more paranoid and uncomfortable if my rear was exposed.
Back at it … moving right along … I could not have been more an hour and a half total from the time I left the house.
Now I’m bringing bags in. This time there was no nagging feeling. As I walk in with my hands full the dam breaks – my brand new jeans, my brand new underwear, and ug the mess. So my groceries sit while I do a complete clean up and wardrobe change. Ya know, it was probably for the best, all the good actresses change outfits for each scene.
Well ring my bell, I freaking love being a middle-aged woman whose body has gone haywire!
BUT at least I got to sport awesome shit-kickers while I played my Wonder Woman role yet again – getting it done and dealing with whatever comes along in the meantime!