LadyofRohan
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So, for my lunch break I ran to the grocery store to grab some groceries to drop off at my house and come back to work. I do it all the time and I can get it done in 45 minutes so its usually not a problem.
After a weird conversation with a strange man in the parking lot (which is a completely different thread). I get home, open the car door and a glass of molasses escapes the grocery bag, rolls out and smashes on the driveway!
2 cups of sticky syrupy molasses puddles in the middle of the driveway.
I run inside and throw the groceries in the fridge, then run into the back yard to uncoil the hose that Ive already neatly stowed away for the winter, unlock the back gate and drag the hose outside to the driveway. Then I have to run back inside to plug the well pump in. I pick up the glass jar pieces and throw them in the garbage, getting my hands very sticky.
As Im rinsing off the molasses, a big gust of wind blows my hair in my face so I brush it back yep, and get molasses all over my long blonde hair. At least I managed to clean off the driveway.
So I run back and put the hose away and close the back gate, run around to the back door (losing one of my heels at the time, so I have to run back to retrieve it) and it had locked behind me. Luckily I had left the garage door open so I have to unlock the back gate (again) and go around and spend about five minutes trying in vain to get the molasses out of my hair in the downstairs bathroom sink. I give up because Im already late getting back to work. I set the house alarm and go out the garage.
I realized that I left the back gate unlocked so I open the side door to go close it and the house alarm goes off.
I have to run back inside to turn the house alarm off. Then I closed the back gate, locked up the house and left.
Im sitting here at my desk with my hair damp and sticky. My 45 minute lunch break turned into a 1.5 hour lunch break. I dont know whether to laugh about the whole thing or cry.
After a weird conversation with a strange man in the parking lot (which is a completely different thread). I get home, open the car door and a glass of molasses escapes the grocery bag, rolls out and smashes on the driveway!
2 cups of sticky syrupy molasses puddles in the middle of the driveway.
I run inside and throw the groceries in the fridge, then run into the back yard to uncoil the hose that Ive already neatly stowed away for the winter, unlock the back gate and drag the hose outside to the driveway. Then I have to run back inside to plug the well pump in. I pick up the glass jar pieces and throw them in the garbage, getting my hands very sticky.
As Im rinsing off the molasses, a big gust of wind blows my hair in my face so I brush it back yep, and get molasses all over my long blonde hair. At least I managed to clean off the driveway.
So I run back and put the hose away and close the back gate, run around to the back door (losing one of my heels at the time, so I have to run back to retrieve it) and it had locked behind me. Luckily I had left the garage door open so I have to unlock the back gate (again) and go around and spend about five minutes trying in vain to get the molasses out of my hair in the downstairs bathroom sink. I give up because Im already late getting back to work. I set the house alarm and go out the garage.
I realized that I left the back gate unlocked so I open the side door to go close it and the house alarm goes off.
I have to run back inside to turn the house alarm off. Then I closed the back gate, locked up the house and left.
Im sitting here at my desk with my hair damp and sticky. My 45 minute lunch break turned into a 1.5 hour lunch break. I dont know whether to laugh about the whole thing or cry.