Cats eat meat, not potatoes or peas or lentils. Cats do not cultivate gardens, dig up potatoes, boil water, and compress the resulting mash into round or x-shaped pellets with meat. And so, off to Petco.
Summary: Yesterday I got completely bespattered in parking lot slush while pretending to help someone get out of an icy parking lot after a completely unsuccessful trip to the shopping malls.
No one who was paying attention would have driven into that spot. No one driving a sedan should have pulled into that spot, yet two did.
Jared and a couple others helped the first family on our way into the store. It was the second one that got me - the stuck car on the way out of the store.
The scene: a woman (mother) attempts to back her car out of 5 inches of dirty ice. Her young, teen-aged daughter stands in front of the car and calls out instructions. The mother shouts, "I should turn it this way, right?!" as her wheels spin.
Jared and Beren walk over. Jared pushes on the hood of the car. Beren pushes Jared's rear end. I stand nearby with our bag of purchases. The waif-life teen helps.
The wheels turn. Dirty ice water drenches me. The daughter slips and lands on her belly. I shout, "Shit!" The driver's young-teen daughter laughs. Her mother (the driver) said, "It's not funny!"
"I am so sorry! Sorry! You should wipe your face!"
"No, I'm fine."
"No, you should wipe your face! Here I have tissues!" She holds out a brown crinkled napkin.
"No," I say and wipe my face with my scarf.
"I'm sorry! Happy Valentine's day!"
I laughed about it. Later. I did. I felt gross, a little tainted by parking lot slush. I've been meaning to wash that scarf anyway.