Yesterday, I had to run to the pet store to buy a 40 lb bag of dog food for my dog, Bailey. I pick up a new bag every 3-4 months.
I don't know if I'm becoming more of a wimp or the 40 pound bag of food is getting heavier.
I grabbed my cart, rolled it to the back of the store, and there was the food that I buy, on the bottom shelf. It's always been on the bottom shelf. I don't know why. Maybe they could put it at waist level for me. Oh well,
I picked up the bag, like I always do, and shifted it over the side of my cart. Like I have always done. And I heard it...plink, plink, plink...uh oh, I thought, I grabbed a bag with a hole in it. Let me reposition it, so I went to shift the bag and then...plink, plink, plink, plunk, plunk....avalanche....OH NO!
Tiny little pieces of dog food were POURING ALL OVER THE FLOOR - Ugh!
My first thought was, 'how fast can I run the other way (LOL)?' 'How many people are looking?'
It seemed as if a million pieces of dog food were pouring all over the floor and rolling everywhere.
I have been buying the same dog food for 4 1/2 years and have put the food in the cart the same way every single time. Here I am standing in a mountain of dog food nearly up to my ankles and it was still coming out...AND NOT QUIETLY EITHER.
Why did I pick the 40 pound bag? I could have grabbed the 5 pound bag, instead.
I grabbed the gapping bag with it's jaws wide open, picked it up out of the cart, as it poured all over me and carefully (yeah, right) placed it on the floor. At least I could stop the avalanche, even though the bag was more than half empty.
I headed to the front of the store "I WASN'T ON AISLE 9, REALLY!" (kidding). As, I am almost run over by a stampede of drooling dogs racing to the back of the store, as they heard that there was an all you can eat free buffet in the back.
I grabbed the manager, sheepishly told him I broke open the bag of food. "Oh, don't worry about it, it happens all the time, in the mornings before the store opens." Ugh, I thought. He was so very kind.
"Here, let me get you another bag." He was so helpful too.
"Let me help you," I said. 'No, I've got it," he graciously said. He knew better than to let me anywhere near - he had already seen the magic that I could work.
I had other things to look for, found those items and went to check out. As I was leaving I found myself glancing back over my shoulder to see if that poor guy was still cleaning up.
Well, he was. I felt terrible.
I was glad that I hadn't brought my dog, Bailey with me, as that would have been fun keeping him out of a mountain of his favorite food. It would have been an early Christmas for him.
As I left the store, I wondered just how many thousand pieces of dog food are there in a 40 pound bag of food?
I bet that nice manager could have told me!
This article is authored by Sandy Shores, Melbourne FL REALTOR.
South Brevard County, Florida Space Coast.
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Thats a very funny story! Thank you for sharing that with us!