Today we were kid-less. They tell me that when your babies reach 18 and 20, this happens. They also tell me that when your later-in-life children reach 18 and 20, you should be approaching menopause with all the related brain farts. I must have been in denial.
We are computer shopping. To make Mark believe that I am being cautious and comparison shopping, I drag him from store to store. Today we were going to Costco, a 30 minute drive and ten Best Buy, five minutes from Costco.
When we are riding in the car, I always take a beverage with me. Usually bottled water, occasionally coffee, but every once in a while, I take a diet soda. Since I am cautious with my husband's money, I buy the raunchiest, cheapest brand I can find:
Because my hubby insisted we needed a stupid, useless, dumb-double-door fridge with through the door ice and water, we keep a REAL fridge in the garage for beverages.
On the way to the car, I reached in and grabbed a diet soda as a treat and put it in the cup holder. As he drove, I knit. We reached Costco and shopped around for 20 minutes or so. I felt thirsty as we left and was happy I had a beverage waiting in the car. As Mark backed out of the parking space, I reached over to open the can. I noticed that there was a blue pull tab and wondered why it was different:
But I opened it and took a huge swig...it tasted strange, but not unpleasant. As I swallowed, I realized what I had done. I lifted the can to check:It was...yes! It was beer! I have always loved the taste of beer, but never drink since I am a cheap (1/2 can) drunk. It has been many years since I drank a beer and I have never had a beer in a parking lot. I felt silly, a little apprehensive (headlines: Grandmother arrested for drinking beer in parking lot of Costco), maybe even giddy. In an instant, I didn't know whether to drink it, pour it out the window, pour it in my purse or hand it to Mark, who was driving.
Before I could act, we were at Best Buy. I opened the door and poured it on the ground and looked for a place to ditch the evidence. I'm sure the next person to place trash in the can at Barnes and Noble will wonder...