Fever and an Evening at The Wal-Mart
This evening I made a quick trip to the Wal-Mart near our house in order to purchase a thermometer. (Adrianna is burning up with fever, which has me quite worried and which is why I am still up at 8 minutes after midnight.)
As I was perusing through the fruit section, trying to figure out what type of small fruit tray to buy for our MOPS breakfast tomorrow, I noticed an older gentleman beside me. He was opening up a blueberry tray, picking out blueberries, and rolling them between his fingers. Then, he would put them back into the tray and start over again with another. He must have done this at least 10-15 times while I was standing there, trying my hardest not to just stare at him or make a scoffing sound. And he was there before I had even arrived. I think he went through each and every tray, feeling up the blueberries. I would think that after the first few that you would deduce that all of them were pretty much the same, but apparently this was no Sherlock Holmes. I am not against touching and sniffing fruit, but this was just over the top. I am glad I wasn’t in the market for blueberries tonight.
Then, as I was going through the checkout line, the cashier asked me if I wanted my milk in a bag. As I conjured up the mental image of my already overflowing grocery bag container in my kitchen, I said, “No, Thank you.” But apparently in Wal-Mart cashier land, this means, “Yes, and make it a double-bagger for each gallon (2) that I am purchasing,” because that is what I got.
Just another evening at the Wal-Mart.
Now if only Adrianna’s fever would go away, or at least go down, so I can go to sleep and rest easy. Other than the fever and some extra bouts of cuddliness, she seems fine. She is awake right now too. I can hear her chattering away in her crib. “Uh oh. Uh oh. Uh oh.” Maybe I should go see what she is “Uh-ohing” about.
And…back. Turns out she had thrown her trusty bear out of the crib. I returned him to her, and all is well.