See Meg wear her flip flops to Target.
See Meg TOTALLY SLIP in her flip flops on mystery white liquid near the checkout aisle at Target.
See Target employee FREAK OUT and try to help and make restitution.
See Meg leave angry not for reasons that she SHOULD be angry.
Yeah. So flip flops and wet linoleum do NOT mix, and I skidded right through a spilled ICEE that had dripped all the way from the machine, past the registers and down the main aisle toward the grocery dept. Luckily I was pushing Quincy in a shopping cart so I was able to catch myself on the cart before I ended up flat on my back, but I slid just enough to tweak me into a funky squat (of COURSE i was wearing a SKIRT).AND OF COURSE it scared me and hurt enough that I TOTALLY peed my pants a little.
You know, like the "9-months-pregnant cross-your-legs-when-you-cough" kind of pee. But I was wearing a skirt, and it was just enough that I looked down, saw the pina colada ICEE all over the floor, felt the pain of a contaction, the awkwardness of my almost-fall position, and the scant urine escape my body and thought,
YES!
MY WATER BROKE!
HALLE-freaking-LUJAH!!!
MY WATER BROKE!
HALLE-freaking-LUJAH!!!
But noooooo. No such luck.
INSTEAD, I got the sales associate frantically helping me up with one hand, and angrily hollering into the intercom radio with the other,
"I'm SO SORRY. ARE YOU OK?! HEY!!! WE HAVE A SPIL on the floor on the main aisle and A PREG-NANT LADY just slipped in it!!! I repeat. SOMEONE needs to get down here NOW and clean up this mess that the PREGNANT LADY slipped in! She's SO PREGNANT and could have been hurt. THE MAIN AISLE has a spill that needs cleaning up. I'm here at with the PREGNANT LADY who slipped in it..."
he just went ON AND ON AND ON. I think he shouted PREGnant LADY (Lady? really? Better than Ma'm I guess...but I feel old) a gazillion times.
I wanted to curl up and die.
Everyone was staring at me, or asking me if I was ok. I was embarrassed, but more than anything I was really just mad at the stupid ICEE for just being an ICEE and was pissed off that my water indeed had NOT broken.Apparently my bladder control, pride, and ability to watch where I'm walking broke a long time ago.
10 comments:
I just want to know, did they offer to give you a new clean pair of flip flops or a new skirt? They should have. And I'm glad that your water didn't break or they might have called an ambulance and then stuck you with the bill. Don't worry, this baby boy will be here soon.
Love you.
luckily the flip flops were the rubber kind and wiped right off, and my skirt was clean, because it didn't go down on the floor but up in the air when I slipped, you know..to expose me even more.
I'm glad you're okay (pride not withstanding)! My bum hurt just reading your blog entry.
Ohhhhhhhh, that bites! I hope you didn't strain anything too badly that it will hurt more during labor, (who am I kidding, how could it hurt MORE??) Where was I? Oh, down with icees! And by the way, the moment you become pregnant, you are automatically a lady, girls don't do pregnant.
I would have been angry for that same reason. I'm insanely jealous of people who's water does break.
Bless your heart! I hope that you are feeling okay. I am planning a trip to Target tonight, so I will be on the lookout for ICEE on the floor!
That story was just as good the second time. Love stories that involve loud speakers. Glad you didn't break anything (other than your water).
Now I'm craving an Icee.
Oh no!
That is hilarious! I'm sure it wasn't so funny at the time. Oh time like those are such good memories later on.
oh NO!
poor you! i am so glad you are OK!
(girl you can write...i was laughing and worries all at the same time!)
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