I did something really stupid today on a trip to the supermarket.
It was chucking it down with rain as my wife and I drove to Sainsbury’s Calcot, parked in the car park some way from the main store entrance – Murphy’s Law: the harder it rains, the further you are from shelter – and legged it across the open car park with our umbrellas up.
We do our shopping and emerge from the store an hour or so later to see that the rain had stopped. No need for the brollies.
So we walk to the car, me pushing the laden trolley, load the car up and head on home.
I’m unloading the car and casually say to Laura, “Have you got the umbrellas?” Ah. Now I picture it – they’re still in the supermaket trolley back at Sainsbury’s.
Just a couple of umbrellas, people lose them all the time. Why worry about it? Get some new ones! Yet, I thought, it must be worth a try to call the store, tell them my tale of idiocy and maybe, just maybe, some honest soul found the brollies and handed them in.
The helpful and very nice young lady at Sainsbury’s took my name and number and will call if that happens. I’ll report here if it does.
Just under four hours until the store closes…
When I was living in Brisbane, Australia, I left my umbrella on the bus not once, but twice in the span of just a few months! On the second occasion I realized my own “idiocy” not long after I had left the bus. I went chasing after the bus, too, but alas, I’m no Superman.
There’s something about umbrellas, Bryan, that spur feelings of mixed emotion when you lose them! Not the first time for me, either.
Not heard from Sainsburys, incidentally, so I guess my brollies have now found new homes.