Grocery Store

So today I had to get some groceries. I took my youngest son with me to this gourmet store that I find easy to get in and out of quickly. We got some stuff and P was riding in the carriage. I saw a cute guy. You never know where and when you are going to meet people. A friend of mine, recently divorced, met his (second) true love of his life in a bookstore. They are now married. Sweet. Anyways, I am in an area with muffins that is a little tight on space. I swing my cart around and smash into a display of olive oil. A bunch of bottles come tumbling down, a huge accident. Amazingly, only one breaks. Everyone is looking at me. Mind you, I have not been drinking at all, but it reminded me of some of my antics when I was drunk. I was a very clumsy drunk. I was not mean spirited, but clumsy, and sloppy....and emotional.... and flirty when drunk. Anyways, we make our way to the cash register. Cute guy is in front of me. He is buying a lot of stuff. I look over at the next cashier. It is virtually free, but I stay in line after cute guy because I'm not in a rush. I look in back of me and the woman in back is the one who witnessed the olive oil catastrophe. So my son decides to "help" me by putting all of the groceries on the checkout counter. I tell him "That's okay, I can do it." He says, "No, I can do it myself." So I figure, okay, give him some independence and I let him do this himself. Bad idea. He picks up a large, heavy container of yogurt and drops it on the floor. Splat. Yogurt all over the place. I look to the woman behind me and say, "They are going to kick us out of this place." Cute guy looks at me, smiles and says, "I saw the olive oil, too." Like something out of a Meg Ryan movie, only I did not end up with the guy :{ Such is life.