You have this magical way of taking me down memory lane and the store aisle, reminding me of my foolish behavior, while also making me chuckle, knowing I will probably do it again. Thank you for that. ❤
You grew up in Houston where we have always done this and still do. Anytime the grocery (or CostCo) is crazy crowded, I assume there must be a national emergency, which in Houston (and anywhere along the gulf coast) is every hurricane season. But, not to be outdone by you folks in North Carolina, we act the same way if it might snow in Amarillo! You’re only human. 😉
Gayle, I lived in Houston until I was 18, with a mother who did all the shopping and was super protective of me. Any hurricane that blew through, including Carla, I was the dependent, letting mom take care of everything. Oy! It wasn’t until I moved to NC from LA, in 1995, that as a responsible (mostly) adult, it was now my job to be aware of the weather radar. And that’s worth another “oy!” So, I’d never experienced the kind of behavior described in the story until I was (mostly) an adult. Happy Mother’s Day to you!
You have this magical way of taking me down memory lane and the store aisle, reminding me of my foolish behavior, while also making me chuckle, knowing I will probably do it again. Thank you for that. ❤
Thanks, Jo. Wishing you a happy Mother’s Day.
You grew up in Houston where we have always done this and still do. Anytime the grocery (or CostCo) is crazy crowded, I assume there must be a national emergency, which in Houston (and anywhere along the gulf coast) is every hurricane season. But, not to be outdone by you folks in North Carolina, we act the same way if it might snow in Amarillo! You’re only human. 😉
Gayle, I lived in Houston until I was 18, with a mother who did all the shopping and was super protective of me. Any hurricane that blew through, including Carla, I was the dependent, letting mom take care of everything. Oy! It wasn’t until I moved to NC from LA, in 1995, that as a responsible (mostly) adult, it was now my job to be aware of the weather radar. And that’s worth another “oy!” So, I’d never experienced the kind of behavior described in the story until I was (mostly) an adult. Happy Mother’s Day to you!
She’d be proud!