What would you do???

In one day, just one silly day, I found myself locked into "What would you do" situations a few times.  I have been editing this post for a full week and can't remember all of them, but here is the good one.

It is Chrimmus Times so what sounds like a really good idea? SHOPPING!!! But first, let us eat!!


Oh hey Preston Center, heyyyy. We try to go to Hopdoddy (froufrou burger place), which Brad (I'm with Brad by the way) keeps calling Hooglieboogily or Gliopiloppy, but the line was out the door,  NOPE! U-turn Laverne right up into Macaroni Grill. Which both of us had just discussed as we drove by, neither of us has eaten at one in at least 10 years. One of the oddest restaurants ever once we get inside. Everyone else eating lunch at MG was aged 63 or older. And the hostess, wait staff, etc, all use "evening", as in "Good evening", "How are you this evening?", or "Y'all have a nice evening." Uhhhh, it is seriously 2:30pm. Not even 3 in the afternoon. But I figured out that the MG clientele probably ate at this time and then went home to bed by 4pm, so the staff was merely perpetuating a senior citizen daily time schedule.

Moving on, we go to Starbucks for some delicious Starbucks brand coffee beverages (feel free to hook me up SB!!!). Since we are Ladies of Leisure, we get 722oz drinks, of course. I got my usual and customary TVSL (Triple Venti Soy Latte) and Brad gets Promotional Crap Drink. Head on over to Marshalls and look around. Now, like all Marshalls and other mid-level discount retailers (you know who they are), the store itself is a little hood, but it is in a REALLY nice part of town. So there is an interesting mix of people and merchandise. Brad was looking for something to wear to our friend's semi-fancy Holiday Party so we discussed blazers/sportcoats and he was trying them on while I picked up a handful of shirts to try on. There isn't a table and now my hands are full so Brad sets his drink down on the floor next to the racks. He puts on a jacket and steps around to the mirror and on the return to hang it up HE KICKS THE GIGANTIC CUP OF COFFEE AND KNOCKS IT OVER. I see it happening in slow-motion and couldn't stop it or help. And from this displaced cup spreads a black, blacker than death, liquid at such an extraordinary rate of speed that a small child or a medium-sized dog would have been swept away were one to get caught in it. We panic, we look around desperately for a staff member to help. We also don't want to just leave the spill so we keep sort of taking 1 step this way, 2 steps that way, and backwards step jolting bumper car looking movements all around it. It is a few days before Christmas so there are approx 8,647 customers per 1 employee so we couldn't even see anyone who could jump in to help. Now, the black lagoon of death has spread out and the damage is done. Yep, we ran. We ran. I dump my possible clothing selections onto the nearest rack and we bolt. Luckily, the police were not summoned and no one tracked down Brad's car to find us.

WHAT WOULD YOU DO????????? Errrr, "have done"?

*A few days later, Brad returned to the scene of the crime and reports back that there was still a large black floor stain at Marshalls. Ooops. Also, there may or may not have been a stain-adjacent pair of pants on the floor. Don't judge.