My Water Broke

Or so thought a sweet old lady on our Sam's Club date the other night. Here's how it all went down...

We are new members to the Sam's Club and frequent the produce section quite regularly. On Monday we were doing just that. And let me just insert at this point, they do have the greatest produce in all the land. The peaches and pears this time around were deeeeelish!!

Aside from the notable produce... We were also browsing giant bags of frozen veggie mixes (that make for convenient lunch sides). We found a particularly delicious looking mix, but the door to that section of freezer was unknowingly blocked by the most adorable retired couple. We're talking polo shirt tucked into high-waisted, elastic-band shorts, socks with sandals adorable. They were both very involved in the bags of frozen fruit. The fruit was being discussed at great lengths, so JR sneaked a bag of our chosen veggies by literally climbing through the adjoining freezer door and sidling his way through racks of frozen bags of bulk. Husband for the win!

While we were checking out, I picked up the rotisserie chicken at exactly the wrong angle. The whole chicken flopped to the bottom of the cart, and all the sticky juice puddled on the floor underneath our cart. I'm glad the checker of the month was manning our register. Totally deserved that status. He radioed for another chicken and immediately went to work with orange cones and a roll of paper towel, towels in bulk I might add. JR helped him clean up the mess as I stood by, unable to bend my upper half enough to be of any help at all.

Now, imagine the main aisle at Sam's Club from the checkout area to the bakery. Long, right? Spans the length of whole warehouse, right? It was mid-toweling and coning when my sweet retired friend noticed the cleanup from the far end of this main aisle. We're talking closer to the bakery section than the checkout area far. She hurried as hurriedly as her socks and sandals would allow, making a beeline for our register and assessing the situation along the whole long way.

*At this point it is also appropriate to mention that my friend's poor husband was left closer to the bakery section of that very long aisle looking very much like a lost toy as he searched for his retired companion.*

Just as the last of the chicken juice was being mopped up by my gallant help, my friend reached my side and grabbed my elbow. "Your water didn't break, did it?!" she asked with appropriate concern. We all laughed and assured her I was fine, if nothing more than excessively clumsy.

It was a very sweet gesture. Also, I'll take all the credit for her elevated heart rate and fulfilled daily exercise quota. You're welcome.