Moreover, the dog has to come with us, which puts some restrictions on where we can go. This afternoon, I decided we should walk around Cherry Creek (a local shopping area) so that I could deposit some checks I had been carrying around and make a quick trip to the grocery store. Before all that, we walked around a little bit so that Morris could get some exercise, and I took the opportunity to catch up with a friend via phone.
Right after we finished our conversation, the booking agency for home showings called, and then our realtor called, followed by the booking agency again. All in all I spent about 4o minutes with the phone to my ear while wandering aimlessly about Cherry Creek with a baby and a dog in 85 degree weather. Toward the end I had sweat dripping from my armpit down the back of my arm. It was as gross as it sounds. And I never went to the bank. Or the grocery store.
Later in the evening, we had another showing, so I figured we could do the grocery shopping. I got the diaper bag, the baby, and the dog in the car and set off. That's when I realized I had the dog in the car, and grocery shopping maybe wasn't the best idea. But we really needed some food basics, and what else was I going to do?
I parked in the parking structure so the car would stay cool, and left the windows rolled down. Plus, it had just rained, so Morris was fine. In the store, I managed to restrict myself to only one impulse purchase (I even put back the other item I had grabbed), and the only other things not on the list were snacks for Chubbs and myself; it was dinner time, after all.
After paying for our items, Chubbs and I sat down to eat. Sort of. Trying to feed myself while feeding Chubbs in his sling with no bib made it more like a circus act. And then Crazy Lady sat down next to us.
Crazy Lady: What's his name?
Me: Cormac
Crazy Lady: (wrinkling her nose) Oh.
Pause, at which point I glance over at her and notice she has spilled her carton of milk everywhere.
Crazy Lady: I got my prescriptions filled today and they were $32 dollars. Can you believe that?
Me: Wow. That's expensive. Thinking: maybe if I were at work I would be ok having this conversation, but I'm totally not getting paid right now.
Crazy Lady: How much are your prescriptions?
Me: Ummm, I don't really have any.
Crazy Lady: That's good. I thought my Medicare would pay for mine, but it didn't.
Me: Medicare can be tough.
Crazy Lady: If you have AIDS you don't have to pay for your prescriptions.
Me: Wow, Cormac! You are messy! Let's go wipe you off.
This all took place at the Cherry Creek Whole Foods.
I actually remembered to get my parking validated before leaving the store, and as I pushed the cart toward the parking garage, the wheels locked up. Apparently Whole Foods has a problem hanging on to their carts because they installed one of those invisible lines that makes the wheels on the cart lock up when you go past it. It was half way to the parking garage. Whoever thought it would be a good idea to put the invisible line before the garage needs to be kicked in the shins. So I had to carry a baby, a diaper bag, and groceries the rest of the way to the garage and up three levels to our car.
And I still needed to go to the bank. So I put the diaper bag and groceries in the car, got the dog out, put his leash on, and shut and locked the car. Then I remembered my wallet was still inside the car. Curses!
Finally armed with my wallet, we made it to the bank and I was able to deposit the checks with some help from Chubbs. Hopefully the teller can read the total amount on the envelope (the "5" looked more like a "b"); if nothing else I'm pretty sure they know how to add.
We' better get an offer soon.
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