Flocked

When I was in Jersey helping with my nephew’s kids I was at the store picking up some groceries. I was going to be making two pumpkin crumble so I needed whipped cream. I reached up and grabbed a can and as I went to put it in the cart and I hit the very bottom of the can on the top of the cart and it spun out of my grasp. Here is where things started going in slow motion. The can hit the floor….hit just the right place and it began to spew its contents while turning itself like a top. First it gave the dairy shelves a flocking of it’s wet sticky white contents. Then it turned and got the employee who was stocking the bread isle… again a pretty nice cover of white which landed from the knee down. Then slowly it turned to me and there it sat and spewed….. thinking I myself wanted to be flocked. I could not believe how much whipped cream was in that red can. It filled my shopping cart, all of the little holes in the plastic cart, covered the groceries including my open purse and me. Somehow it got me in the face and glasses. I could not see and it was dripping down my nose. The employee and I just looked at each other and I said, did you see that? Am I on Candid Camera? And we both laughed. I have never been so embarrassed… well there was that one time I walked into a boys bathroom thinking it was a girls….I was only 9…embarrassing…… I wanted to crawl into the freezer and the employee got me a roll of paper towels. I did notice they were the Bounty brand the Tougher Picker Uper! I wiped my face, hair, glasses, the cart, and the top of the groceries. I wanted to just leave but now I felt like I owed them for the mess I made. I put the groceries on the conveyor belt thing looking through my cream smeared glasses and waited my turn. The checker scanned about four things and her scanner stopped. I did not think to wipe the bottom of the items in my cart. I then had to explain to her what happened. Oh I was wondering what that white stuff in your hair was. I laughed and now that I think back on it, it was funny. Thank goodness I never have to go back to this store ever again, I thought as I walk out of the store with my tennis shoes squeaking from the stickiness of my soles.