Run in and Right Out

Today I departed on what seemed to be an uneventful journey. Yes, a journey to the grocery store. Kroger became my Mecca after I realized swiss cheese was a much needed ingredient in the roll-ups I was making. So, I threw on some flip-flops and off I went (yes still in the blue sweats I slept in...for those of you passing judgment, you've been out of college too long). There was the fleeting thought of "What if I see someone I know?" but it was quickly dismissed as I entered the store.

After getting my groceries, (mainly just swiss cheese) I was drawn to it...the crane machine in the Kroger lobby, any of you who visited the dorm would know that this is not an abnormal occurrence, you saw the shelf-o-crane machine toys. So, I eyed my target (the stuffed Kaiser race car), inserted my quarters and grabbed it...yes I actually grabbed the car, along with some other strange looking stuffed animal-girl thing. The car dropped and did what only true crane machine fans can really understand...the car blocked the hole. So, I proceeded to insert two more quarters in the machine in an effort to knock both the car and the new toy down. Well, it didn't work.

At this point I proceeded to do what any good, upstanding, intelligent individual would do....yes ladies and gentlemen (all three of you still reading), I began beating on the machine. This was never a good idea....every year eight people die in vending machine accidents...AND, as I'm beating I look to the left to see a familiar face....a man my family used to go to church with is passing by and I'm thinking well maybe he won't recognize me. Of course he recognizes me, I look just like I did in kindergarten (just a few inches taller). We had a lovely chat and I left as quickly as possible. I think it's important to remember, you never know who's watching.