Should've Known Better

And I'm not talking about that quasi-famous song by Richard Marx from the late 80's, early 90's.

I'm talking about Wal-Mar[t]. I should have known better than to go there starving. I went to pick up a few things for my new cherry limeade recipe that I am sharing at a RS board meeting tonight AND to pick up my prescriptions.

$37 dollars and a half a loaf of warm french bread later, I almost left the store without my prescriptions! I say half a loaf because I was starving and it was right there when you go into the store and it was warm and crusty and I swear I heard it whispering my name like a Harry Potter veela. I started picking at the loaf while in the dairy section and by the time I got home, it was half gone.

Speaking of the dairy section, I ran into someone that under other circumstances (say church, for instance) I usually nod and say "hi" and then turn the other direction. Not because I don't want to talk to this person, but for some reason lately when I talk to this single guy person and he seems a little bit interested in me, I turn shy and quiet and don't know what to say. And then, when this single guy person pays compliments and GAVE me a free airplane ticket so I could go home and visit a sick family member...well, you can see where it can be a little awkward for me.

Anyway, I tried the whole "nod hi and run" thing tonight when I ran into him because for 1) I had a mouthful of bread and 2) see above paragraph. Well, it didn't really work out for me because I ran into him again on another aisle and since I had then finished my mouthful of bread, I tried with all of my might to come out of my "shell" and talk to him. Luckily, he made the first move (as he usually does - he seems to not be easily put off) in the conversation and his children were with him and it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be when we were back in the dairy section and I had a mouthful of bread. In fact, I left them in the soda aisle feeling like I was in the right place at the right time and I now realize that maybe I shouldn't be trying so hard to go in the opposite direction of where life is trying to take me.

I don't know why I'm telling you this story because it doesn't really put me in my best light. I mean seriously - a HALF a loaf of french bread and trying to avoid someone who keeps ending up in my path?

I really should know better.