So after losing my phone at Disneyland (where yes, people are better and nicer and it was returned to the Space Mountain front desk) --I realized cargo pockets don't hold everything in if you go hurtling about in the dark round and round, and made a mental note to try and not misplace things that are important to me.
Less than 24 hours later, I'm just swinging by the grocery store (luckily it wasn't raining so I didn't need an umbrella bag) to pick up a few things--you know, only like $20 bucks worth of the quick things like banannas, a bell pepper, some lysol, couple things of ice cream etc. And I think I started talking on my newly recovered phone or something, cause when I got home, went inside and started unloading the plastic bags (plural) I only had one plastic bag (singular). What the...?! Did I leave it in the car? Checked, nope. Where in the...?! Could I have possibly left it at the grocery store? Did the dang checkout kid not give me one of my bags?! Do I really drive back to the store when it might not even be there, and they'll just laugh at me like I'm escaped?
So I asked my roommate if I should go back, and after ascertaining that there was ice cream involved, he advised there was no question about returning. So back to the store I went and walked in. And after giving a steely eye to that dang checkout kid, I look past him and there it was:
Lovely. Yup. He did his job well, and I promptly left it in the cart and walked out of the store. That's my bag, don't worry about it, I got it. At least no one was like, "Hey free Ben and Jerry's ice cream and walked off with it...Welcome to my World.
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