MOMENTS

Embarrassing moments.  One day last week, I stopped at Lowe's to buy a hose-end sprayer.  While waiting in line to pay for my item at the outside garden register, I noticed a lady pushing out a dolly on which she had eight or ten 40-pound bags of top soil.  I thought to myself that Lowe's should have someone help her with that.

When I paid for my item and started for the parking lot, I noticed that the lady loading the bags into the rear of her SUV.  I stopped and told her that she should have had someone help her with that.  She mumbled that the bags weighed only 40-pounds.  I insisted that I would load the last bag for her.

He-man that I am, I reached down and picked up the bag with one hand; my other hand being occupied by my new hose-end sprayer.  Well, of course, the bag broke.  They weren't made to be picked up with one hand.  I was mortified.  A little top soil spilled onto the parking lot.  She said that was no problem to go ahead and load it.  I would have none of that.

I picked up the broken bag and went back into the garden center and told them I was getting a replacement.  The young cashier nodded approval and I went hunting for the the place it was stocked.  It was near the rear.  I dropped the broken bag there and threw another over my shoulder.  I trudged out to the lady's car where I just knew she was looking at her watch and calling me some kind of idiot.

I couldn't look her in the eye.
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