Oh, by all that is good in this world.
I’ve had a night and a half.
I had to go run errands. I needed to mail a short story, buy two birthday gifts, and buy some Styrofoam balls for a school project. It seemed so simple when I started out. But when I run errands, nothing is simple. Thank the heavens for my sister being there.
Actually, the mailing went well. It took a whole of ten seconds to mail off my story. It’s an entry for a writing contest, so fingers crossed!
The birthday gifts went pretty well too. We got to the mall late, about an hour from closing time, but it took less than that to get our coffee/hot chocolate and get the gifts for my friends. Our next stop was the dollar store for the Styrofoam balls, and that’s where things went horribly wrong.
If you ask my sister, she can confirm that I’m a horrible navigator. I think she comes shopping with me so that I don’t get lost, because she knows our city a lot better than I do. But unfortunately, even with her excellent guidance to get me around, I still take wrong turns. In this case, I didn’t turn at all and drove blissfully past the dollar store plaza. Crap.
It took me a gas station parking lot and a roundabout to finally get turned back around and headed in the right direction, but by the time we got to the dollar store (and I stopped freaking out because I’d thought we’d be horribly lost and get stranded somewhere scary), we found out we were ten minutes too late and it had closed at 9:00. With a groan of dismay, I changed plans and headed to the nearest Wal-Mart.
We searched and searched, but lo and behold, Wal-Mart didn’t have any (ANY!!!!!!) Styrofoam balls. Nor did it have any party-cake flavoured Peeps, which my sister wanted to try after she saw them in the drug store where I mailed my story. So, enraged and utterly bewildered that Wal-Mart didn’t have any (ANY!!!!!!!) Styrofoam balls, I bought a small package of two-bite brownies for my sister and me to share.
Oh boy, that was an emotional moment. As I despaired over the fact that Wal-Mart, the store which is supposed to sell everything, didn’t have any (ANY!!!!!!!) Styrofoam balls, all of our woes started flooding out. “I was eating pizza the other day and burned my tongue,” my sister told me in a wavering voice, “and that was when I realized that those you love most only hurt you.”
It was indeed melodramatic, as we mourned every little thing we could find wrong with the world and ate our two-bite brownies. Sisterly bonding, at its best. But then we had one more stroke of hope. My sister remembered seeing Styrofoam balls in a nearby hardware store, which was actually open, so we went in and asked the employees if they sold them there.
The response I got was, “No, but have you tried the dollar store? Or Wal-Mart?”
Why, no, helpful employee, my first thought was to go to the hardware store for Styrofoam balls.
So that part was a bust. I’ll have to go out tomorrow, which I wanted to avoid doing. Argh.
But it really was an adventure, getting lost and enduring emotional trauma and finding the deep bonds of friendship in a stressful situation. And heck, what else am I going to do on a Friday evening?
What overly melodramatic tragedy have you endured this week?
May you never overlook the value of a journey gone horribly awry.
EDIT: The next day, my sister and I went back out and got both party-cake flavoured Peeps and Styrofoam balls. The universe is again in order.