If I go missing this week...

Information contained within this post may help a CSI team determine my whereabouts, or at least shed some light on the events leading up to my ultimate demise. Okay, it's probably not as dramatic as all that, but I figured I should blog about this situation "just in case."

So here's the deal. I went shopping at Woodman's tonight. Not a terribly unusual occurrence even when you consider the fact that I went to the store in Beloit, instead of the store in Janesville. To explain, I half think that the Beloit location is closer to my house. It might not be, but even if it isn't closer the "mostly highway" drive to the Beloit store is a lot less aggravating than the stop-and-go route I have to travel to get to the Janesville store. At any rate, for better or worse I went to the Beloit store.

When I arrived home, I unpacked what I'd bought. And truthfully, it was a proud moment! I not only had "actual food" in the house, but I'd also picked up one of those giant (8 rolls=24) packs of toilet paper. I was stocked up, and all was right with the world!

That is until 20 minutes ago when I realized I hadn't unpacked hydrogen peroxide which, oddly enough, was one of the key items I'd set out to purchase in the first place. I was also missing the soap and lip balm I bought. After checking my receipt and an unsuccessful search for a missed bag, I called the store. The person who answered the phone asked me to describe something in the bag, and lo-and-behold, they had it behind the counter.

Which, as I somewhat heatedly explained to the party on the other end of the line, "was all well and good, except for the fact that I live in Janesville NOT Beloit!" A city which now that I was inconvenienced, seemed a lot further away than it did a few hours earlier.

I was right on the edge of making a number of rude remarks when the person I was talking to said, "well, I live in Janesville too, want me to deliver it?"
Being ready for a verbal confrontation, I was taken aback by this suggestion. "Ahhh...what? You mean you'd deliver it to the Janesville store?"

To which the person (and to be clear, I'm not sure if this is a male or female) answered, "no, I don't go that far into town, but I can deliver it to your house."

In retrospect it occurs to me that a smart woman wouldn't give out her address to a random grocery store employee. Even if it meant retrieving a bag with merchandise amounting to a lot more than the $5 worth contained within the bag in question. But well... there we are.

In a way, I feel sorry for people that don't do stupid things. I mean really, what on earth do they have to write about?