Sometimes, You Get What You Deserve

This morning, I folded 4 loads of laundry between putting the oldest 3 on the bus and taking the youngest to preschool.  I decided to continue this productive streak after a quick visit to the store.  I was going to make some soup (it's pretty cold today for Alabama, about 38 degrees), do some more laundry, lay a fire to light later, and clean bathrooms.  I had three main items that I needed from the store -- milk, bread, and eggs -- but I needed a few other things, and as is always the case my cart was about half full when I left the store. 

But I forgot the milk and eggs.

It was because I went to a superstore -- I ended up "browsing" before I got the refrigerated stuff and I forgot to go back for the refrigerated stuff.  But I still had time before the 4 year old was done at preschool, so I went home and put away what I had bought and planned to stop at a different store that was on my way. 

When I stopped at that store, I was mugged.

It. Was. Awesome.

Let me explain -- As soon as I pulled into the parking lot, one of my favorite songs came on the radio, so I busied myself cleaning out my car.  I have 4 kids, so my van is ALWAYS full of trash.  I had a bag (incidentally, from the store I was about to go into), so before I knew it, I had a rather full bag of trash, less than half an hour until I needed to pick up my son, and a great Led Zeppelin tune in my head.  So I grabbed a $10 bill to pay for the milk and eggs I needed and headed inside, planning to drop my bag in the trash can on the way in. 

There was a small pick-up truck that had been cruising the parking lot.  I figured that they were waiting on someone inside the store, and really didn't think much about them.  I was walking to the front of the store from my car and they sped by, and some little punk leaned out of the passenger window, grabbed my bag, and sped off.

My bag of trash.

An employee came running out of the store to get their tag number and see if I was okay.  I was having a hard time telling her that I was fine because I couldn't stop laughing.  The store called the cops and gave the partial tag number and vehicle description to them, but as soon as they heard what happened, they laughed too.  Everyone agreed that it was a good thing that I had just grabbed cash and left my purse.

So sometimes, you get what you deserve.  If you act like trash, sometimes that is what you end up with.