Sometimes I get distracted with all the things I need to do and end up doing things at the last minute.
Before special holidays or birthdays come around, I spent hours thinking about the perfect gift to give.
This year’s Valentine’s Day came too fast and I was unprepared. My last option was to visit Wal-Mart. Going there showed the desperation I felt; the parking lot is beyond chaos, the lines are excessively long and the selections are always picked over.
I was determined to buy a card. I never buy a card- I don’t find just the right one and feel like I’ve wasted too much time. This year the card would be part of Scott’s gift; he wouldn’t expect it, so great.
I found 2 cardboard kiosks of cards near checkout lane number 52. In kiosk number 1, the only Valentine ’s Day cards left were to Mother-in-laws. I went to the other side and saw two funny cards for husbands. I bent over and instantaneously heard, “Bbbffffffff”.
I popped up thinking, I didn’t fart, so who did?
Two feet from me, in a shopping cart was a three-year-old boy practicing fart sounds; he made the best whoopee cushion imitation. The mother realized what happened and said, “Timmy.” I guess I smiled. I think she was also looking for the perfect Valentine’s Day card.
I didn’t find what I was looking for, so I went to the second cardboard kiosk. Again, there were plenty of Mother-in-law cards but nothing else. I rounded the corner and thought I saw the perfect card.
I bent down to the bottom tier and as fate would have it, “Bbbfffffff”, made me jump up. I almost split my pants. It was the same little boy. This time, the mother didn’t even notice me or admonish Timmy, and I wasn’t smiling this time.
Enough! I grabbed the card and decided not to stick around for a third pass.
May all your shopping days be “Bbbfffffff”-less.
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