To stop acting rationally and start acting foolishly; to go nuts….(urban dictionary)
This is what happens to you when you decide to make a ‘quick’ trip to the grocery store and take them home….on your lunch hour. *hour*
First thing you encounter…you can’t find the main item you came for. You scour the freezer doors and come up empty. On the 100th time through the same section you have looked at a bazillion times, you find it. Of course, that has taken 15 minutes and now you are a little irritated at yourself.
Next you decide to go all the way to the back of the store working towards the front…this will be quicker, you might make up some of the 15 minutes you wasted in the freezer section.
Whew…you’ve made it to the front and even made up a few minutes….you scan your list….nope you forgot the chips…so you have to go ALL THE WAY TO THE BACK OF THE STORE FOR THEM. Yep, you are really irritated at yourself now and mumbling under your breath about ‘why in the world would you think this was a good idea’.
You grab the chips, and you are now sprinting to the register…you want to self check, but you have produce and that is a pain the neck in the self check out, so let’s save time and more frustration and go to Quick Check, 20 items or less…after all you’ve only got 15 items. Off you go, passing people who are clearly not on their lunch hour. You get to the check out and there is only one open, you jump in line with only 2 people in front of you. Woot Woot!
Now you are waiting your turn, patiently…okay maybe not, but you are trying…only to discover the guy in front of you wants to purchase a bajillion sodas for the price you can get them at another store…conversation is happening between him and the checker…you are thinking to yourself, go buy them at the other store…why are you here arguing with the checker…on my lunch hour.
Finally, he checks out his items (by the way, he had more than 20) and it’s your turn. You look at the time…you’ve got 20 minutes to run them home and get back to work…you are going to need a car that has wings for that to happen. But, you are checking out, so you are a little happier now. You are seeing progress…
You are in the car, pulling out, heading home and….you hit every red light, and get behind someone who is clearly not on their lunch hour and trying to get groceries home and get back to work….you arrive home…grab all 5 bags and run into the house…your husband is home for lunch, smiling, he says he’s happy he got to see you before he had to head back to work–he kisses you. Your Mom is there, she’s happy to see you, surprised, she didn’t know you were going to run home….
You are ranting, moving faster than the speed of light, reliving your entire last hour in a loud and speedy voice…your husband smiles, kisses you goodbye on his way out the door. (he’s been married to you for 30 years….he knows you…he understands…he is able to smile and walk away quietly) Your mom is saying, ‘honey, I’ll put those away for you’, but you’re far too irritated to listen and keep running back and forth, talking the whole time about the guy and his sodas and why was he there buying them when he could have bought them at the store they were cheaper at…why does the freezer section have to be so large and couldn’t there have been a more convenient place to have the frozen meatballs you spent forever looking for…..whew, you’re done…everything is put away…your Mom is still talking calmly, but you have no idea what she is saying ‘cuz now you are in full blown “Act a Fool’ mode…you say, sorry I’ve got to run and you are gone.
On the drive back to work you think to yourself…’Self, why did you think that would go quickly and smoothly?’…then you laugh at yourself..call your husband and your mother and apologize for acting like a fool.
And…..then share this with all the people in your life who think you are always calm, cool & collected!
I don’t have it altogether (clearly)…I sometimes (maybe more like often) act a fool…..
Moral of this little story….don’t run to the grocery store on your lunch hour for more than one thing!
“I can face things that are out of my control and not act out of control.”
Lysa TerKeurst – Unglued