Trying to buy cranberry sauce at Wal-Mart on the day before Thanksgiving is… uh… exciting.
The people who are hosting Thanksgiving dinner emailed today, asking if anyone could bring the cranberry sauce to dinner. I happen to really enjoy that stuff, and can’t imagine Thanksgiving without it, so I happily volunteered… not thinking about the fact that it was the day before Thanksgiving.
Wal-Mart was down to the last dozen or so cans by the time I got to them. In fact, I was standing there in the canned fruit aisle, wondering why the cranberry sauce wasn’t there. I tried to think of where else it could be kept in the store, if not here. I was just about to try looking in another section when… I saw it. A sad, badly dented can that had rolled near the edge of the (mostly empty) bottom shelf. A lonely can of cranberry sauce. I hoped against hope that it wasn’t the only one left.
Do you suppose its a sign of cranberry dependency that I actually got down on my knees to retrieve it?
And I tell you what, there’s nothing quite as nerve-wracking as being up to your shoulder in shelf when you hear two ladies yell behind you, “There it is!!”
Thankfully (Thank-fully…. HA), I made it out in one piece and with four cans of sugary cranberry-y delightfulness.
I hope to post a more thoughtful post tomorrow, but hey, this is what you get with me and my little addled brain today. 🙂