Demolition Derby

Davis is one now and sometimes taking a one year old to the grocery store can be a challenge. So, I do whatever I can to make my shopping experience a little more pleasant. Often this involves distracting Davis. In the past, I have allowed Davis to hold a cantaloupe (he thought it was a really heavy ball), a lime, a bottle of salad dressing, even a bucket (which he got stuck on his head).

Recently a new Lowe’s Foods opened in our area. At this particular store, they have those carts that look like a car so that your child can sit up front and pretend he is driving. I thought, “Wow, what a spectacular distraction device.” So, Davis and I opted to drive the car on our last grocery buying adventure. Davis is a great driver by the way. I, on the other hand, obviously need a license to be able to operate this sophisticated piece of machinery.

We made it through the produce area without a hitch. We then had to navigate through the Deli/Bakery section. I made it halfway through when this mass of a buggy we were driving collided with a pastry display. CRASH – down came about six plastic boxes of some sort of sticky bread. Plastic boxes make a commotion when they fall. Okay, so I started picking them up with everyone watching. I got them placed back on the display, tried to navigate around once more, and wouldn’t you know it, CRASH – they all fell again. This time, the bakery display guy and a total stranger came rushing to my aid. They were steadily picking up these pastries as I once again tried to navigate safely around this display. And yes, people, for a THIRD time, I knocked the pastries over. I didn’t even look up to see how many people in that bakery were gawking at me and my one year old, now very distracted, child. Finally, after many attempts, I made it through the bakery section and through the store.

At the register, the very friendly cashier asked if I wanted to place my groceries back in the car so that Davis could continue driving. “No way,” I responded. “I want to get rid of this thing as fast as I can.” I explained that I had wrecked a pastry display. Her mouth dropped open; she didn’t even know how to respond, but gladly placed my groceries in a normal buggy.

We made it to the car safely. Next time, I’ll know to steer clear of any buggy that looks like it belongs at an amusement park.

One thought on “Demolition Derby”

  1. i have often wondered how those carts were to navigate. hmm….a mental note has been made. hope you guys had a great thanksgiving!!

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