Yesterday, after no sleep (as usual) and a lot more running around to prepare for our big celebration, we three ladies headed to the grocery store to buy all the canned hominy they had in stock. Why hominy, you ask? It's for a traditional 'stew' and kolas can SERIOUSLY chow down so we needed a LOT. (THAT'S how I got so big in the first place - LOL! I was a champion EATER.) Anyway, MB and Mar were buying onions and herbs, and I went to the canned veggy aisle. Now, I know pretty much EVERYONE in the store because (1) I LIKE knowing all the employees wherever I frequently shop, and (2) that's just how I roll. So I SAW Carlos, one of the kiddos up on the rolling ladder, stocking big (and I mean BIG) restaurant sized cans of tomato sauce.
(NOTE: Why do they choose to place those on the very top shelves????) Anyway, the hominy is located just PAST the tomatoes so off I went. As I passed Carlos, I GUESS he may have thought I looked like a plate of unsauced pasta because he dropped one of those big a** cans and it hit me square on the top of my head. OMG! My knees buckled and I saw stars. Seriously. Carlos got down that ladder at record speed, apologizing, checking my head, etc. He said, "You need a hospital? You got BLOOD." I touched my head and, yes, there WAS some blood, but not so much. I KNEW he was scared he'd get in trouble and maybe lose his job so no WAY was I saying ANYTHING to the manager. I told him accidents happen and I was okay. Found Mar and MaryBear (who went back and got the hominy) and we came back here. I knew enough to STAY awake until I was certain there was no concussion and I WAS a bit nervous when my blind eye started twitching. But I'm fine and all that's left today is a bump on my head and a bruise where the can grazed the side of my face AFTER it hit my head. Moral of this story? When you go to the grocery store and walk past the cans of tomato sauce, TRY not to look like pasta!