I am not a Runner

Anyone who knows me and a few who don’t realize I do not run. Except under certain situations. Such as the one that arose yesterday.

My 10 a.m. regular Tuesday morning curb order arrived for pick up. All was wonderful. As I loaded up her groceries I was letting her know I was on holidays next week and who would be doing orders. Also reminded her that it was a Tuesday after the long weekend so she would need to wait for a call.

I closed the trunk of her SUV and pushed my cart back. Waved good bye and entered the building. I pushed my cart against the wall and struggled with the door. It is an emergency exit so I have to lean against the bar to flick the door thingie that keeps it closed. I don’t know what else to call it.

As I was leaning there I glanced over and realized that her box with her bread and bananas was sitting on the shelf.

Shit!!!!

I grabbed the box and bolted out the door. She had begun to drive away and I began running after her vehicle. Pony tail swinging. Legs pumping. In my head I am laughing maniacally hoping like hell I was not about to wipe out with her groceries and fall on my face.

Thank goodness my customer takes her time. Had she been going faster I never would have caught up with her. I think I shocked her when she finally saw me. She stopped and I put her box in the back of her vehicle and waved her off.

I was walking back across the parking lot laughing at and congratulating myself. Another successful pick up completed. Then stopped in my tracks. In my desire to get to my customer I had not flicked the thingie that keeps door open.

Thankfully there is a way I can get in without having to call for help. I mean it was not -40 so walking around would not have been a chore. But if you know how to do it no one has to know that you just locked yourself out for the 101st time. 不不不不不不不

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