Mashed Potato Mishap

The other night, Noah and I ran to the grocery store to get some cat food. Please try not to be too jealous of our non-stop party lifestyle. To set the scene here, I need to make a confession. I was wearing pajama pants with glow-in-the-dark cats on them that my grandparents gifted me for Christmas when I was eleven. 

Exhibit A

Please know that I try really, really hard not to do this. I wish that I were one of those women who steps into heels and applies red lipstick to run out for milk, but I am not. I am the woman who steps into flip flops, says "eh" to the rest, and runs out for cat food. Who among us is perfect?

Anyway, I was buying the cat food and other essentials (read: ice cream), when Noah came up to me from his own self-checkout kiosk where he was buying some deli mashed potatoes and mac n' cheese for dinner. I looked up from the credit card machine, and he told me in a hurried voice, "I reached in for the mashed potatoes, and I grabbed them upside down. They spilled all over everything in the basket, and now I have burning mashed potatoes on my fingers!" He held his hands up as evidence, and every finger was covered with deli mashed potatoes.

I only spared half a minute to laugh at him before I quickly finished checking out and ran over to his kiosk. I started bagging his already-scanned groceries, while he continued checking out on a touch screen monitor that had suddenly begun blaring instructions in Spanish. I can't even begin to tell you how that happened. Once every potato-covered item was carefully bagged and the groceries were paid for, sans the carton of potatoes, I did what any woman, pajama-clad or not, would do. I grabbed the basket and walked over to the clerk, dripping gravy all the way. I looked her in the eyes, smiled, and said, "I'm so sorry, but he had a little accident." After handing her the basket, I grabbed Noah's hand and we booked it out of there, laughing the whole car ride home.

We may spend our evenings in pajama pants at Fry's, but no-one can say that we don't know how to have a good time.