However, life goes on. Today I had to go to Wal-Mart and buy some depends for a family member. As with everything else, bulk is cheaper. I am strolling through Wal-Mart with an enormous box of depends, and I realize EVERYBODY thinks they are for me. Lets face it, I am closing in on the age where they could be for me. I really just wanted to hurry and check out, I knew I was being overly sensitive, but you try it and see how you feel. I really expected Jim Carrey to appear at the checkout and inform the store we had a Betsy Wetsy at register 8. To my further dismay, I now know Wal-Mart bags are transparent.
As I rush out of the store, I hit the auto start button I recently discovered, instant mood lift. I get to the car and open the back door and chunk my depends on the seat. I was shocked to find a little old man sitting in the backseat of my car. We locked eyes, both concerned. I slowly began to realize, either he cleaned my car for me while I was in Wal-Mart, or I was in the wrong car. He spoke first, he was a little serious and a little scared when he said, "Are you going to steal me along with the car?" I stepped back and began to apologize, as I removed my giant box of depends I had hit him with when I threw them in the backseat. I found my car 2 spots over.
I now understand why Mommie Dearest strapped her son to his bed at night. Sleep, I need sleep.