The trip there went off without a hitch, as did the shopping part. Of course the shopping was a breeze! I ran into a trio of odd people talking loudly to anyone and everyone about anything, and a woman so drunk she couldn't get things in her buggy (er... basket) who was still carrying her solo cup and sipping from it.
Toward the end of my shopping I realized I needed a bag to carry it all in, otherwise I'd never make it out of the parking lot... forget about making it home! So I bought the bigger bag they had.
I spent about half an hour arranging and re-arranging everything trying to get everything to fit. I ended up with one huge bag left (I also stopped at Best Buy and Barnes and Noble). I began my walk toward the bus stop (over half a mile away), and the remaining bag was cutting off the circulation.
Finally, after much internal debate, I decided to stop at target to get a tote or backpack to put the rest of my purchases in. Shortly after I decided to stop, I realized my bag was getting more and more difficult to wheel behind me. I looked back and realized that one of the wheels had broke under the weight of all my purchases.
I dragged all this through Target and picked out a suitcase that would fit all my good and hold up to the trip. I also picked up a laptop backpack in case of any left over. Another half hour of arranging ensued. I've never gotten so many funny looks... too bad that wasn't the end of it!
The walk to the bus was relatively uneventful, as was the actual bus ride. Once I got off the bus I was stopped several times.
The first was a man outside of a strip club asking if I was ok... I'm assuming he stepped out to smoke, and I can only imagine the internal turmoil that led up to asking me if I was alright. Shortly afterward a group of 4 young men who appeared to be up to no good made comments about how I'd been kicked out and I was extremely close to bitching at them over it... until I realized the could easily take me out... I opted of an internal chuckle instead.
The next stop was a man who got into the wrong lane to pull over and ask me if I wanted a ride. Now, personally, I make it a habit to refuse rides from strangers, especially at night, so although I was sweating, breathing hard, and switching hand every 10 steps or so I politely declined and continued my journey.
My favorite stop of the night was the man to stopped me from the other side of the road. He offered me money in case I was hungry. He legitimately thought I was homeless. I once again politely declined, let him know I was almost home, and continued trudging toward home.
My last and final stop was a taxi driver. 3 blocks from home. He said he could "help". For a fee of course.
I somehow made it home, and in once piece. From now on, I'm going to be extremely careful about how much I buy when I'm using public transportation!
Bahahaha! He thought you were homeless! That's great, I can so see that happening to me.
ReplyDeleteHaha =) Shopping is not supposed to be that difficult...but at least it was an adventure?
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