What Dave forgot to mention is, I had 5 bags of groceries in the trunk, including some frozen items that I wanted to stay frozen.
So, I get home in the pouring rain, and the first (paper) bag I pull out of the station wagon had apparently been sitting in a previously unnoticed puddle of water. I got about a foot away from the vehicle, and WHAM!....a 32 ounce jar of spaghetti sauce hits the sidewalk, along with 2 bags of noodles, a box of salt, a bag of vegetables, and a 2nd jar of sauce, compliments of the bag which had been sitting in water, and now has a largehole in the bottom of it.
And you know what happens when glass hits concrete. Yeah.
And it's POURING rain....like, running off my nose, my hair looks like I just got out of the shower, the whole effect. So I stand there, in the dark, in the pouring rain, trying to decide whether I want to even try to clean up glass and spaghetti sauce when I can't even see.
I decided against it.
And then I got to retrieve the other items off the side walk,and carry the other 4 bags into the house, trying not to experience Broken Grocery Bag,Episode II.
While my two teen agers were too busy to notice I needed help. :X
And while I'm rinsing the other jar of sauce and the bag of vegetables, and dripping water all over my kitchen floor from my wet clothes, shoes, and hair, the 18 year old wonders out loud, "Why is this bag of noodles all muddy?"
Somehow, when Dave arrives home 5 minutes later, I wasn't as sympathetic about his adventure putting the rabbit cage into the car...as he hoped I would be.
Spaghetti sauce looks a little like blood on the sidewalk, when you see it in the daylight.
