
I could have avoided all that trouble if only I'd remembered to go to the store earlier. It was the day before Thanksgiving and I was on my way to my Grandmother's house for a family get together. I was talking to my sister on the phone when she asked me if I had remembered to pick up the stuffing and other stuff that was on a list for me to purchase for the supper. Somebody else had picked up the turkey, but it was my responsibility to get all the fixins' for the meal. Well I had totally forgotten about that small fact. The only option at that point was to go to the store and try to scrape up the last of the dressing and instant potatoes that I could find. As I walk into the Foodland, it seems irry quiet at first, then I see them. All the moms and dads of the town, cascading down the aisles to get the last bit of rolls or gravy that they had forgotten, totally unconcerned with the casualties their squeaky carts created along the way. This was just going to be more fun then a barrel of monkeys.
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