I Burned My Buns! The Ones I Sit On!

 Saturday afternoon, I decided we should go to Big Box. At between 2 pm and 3 pm, electric carts are few and far between. Also, employees who might bring one out to me are all staying in these days due to the torpor under which we suffer. So, we search.

Tommy fiddle faddles around, so I miss vacant electric carts. Other people walk up to the driver getting off and ask for the one being vacated. Then, we found another. It worked, but slowly, more slowly than usual. My behind and tops of my thighs right next to my panties were ablaze. The pain was severe. Finally, I saw another cart which had a bit more charge. But, it had been sitting in the sun longer. I have not felt pain like that in a long time. 

Every few seconds, I had to stand up, sort of, straddling the cart. I tried sort of sitting on one side of my body, on one cheek. That does not work since the solid contact with the seat is what makes it work. The cart thinks somebody is getting off or has fallen off, so it stops going forward. It was a long and torturous ride to the store.

Finally, I drove into the store and found the first piece of cloth I could, a man's shirt folded on a shelf. I appropriated that until I left the store. Well, it was such an ordeal getting the register right, that I forgot and went right out and right back in. I gave the shirt to the greeter and told her what happened. That old woman blessed me out. She said I should have gotten a towel. Well, I was not near towels and in pain. She walked quickly away to customer service to turn in the shirt or me. I left fast as I could. I could feel her coming after me to haul me to shoplifter jail. 

Usually, I put a blanket from Tommy's car on a hot seat. He had driven to the other end of the store where I exit. I did not have my cell phone. So, I was stuck.

Tommy will examine me for burn wounds...lol. I can still feel the burn and it has been seven hours. Okay, Tommy checked and there is no redness, but I still feel the burn.

At the register I chose, I got in line, breaking the line, and was informed so. Well, I certainly did not see that the line extended across the front aisle and into the store. So, I looked for a shorter line and found it. The woman ahead of me let me go ahead as I had less than she. It took three checkers to finally get someone who pulled me out of line to get it all straight. It seems that my $10 coupon was over the limit that the register would allow. Whew! That took 20 minutes. I was exhausted from the pain of the black seat of the electric cart and tension of the register debacle. This was in the self-check line, but an employee did all the work since I cannot reach the buttons to push, bags or anything. 

My neighbor down the street is so congested that I can barely understand her. She coughs continuously and her chest rattles so. I told her my basil story and offered her some for tea. She was so very glad to get it that she came down to pick it up. I gave her two full stalks of basil. 

About five o'clock the rain, thunder, lightning, and wind made for quite a spectacle. The lightning was so loud and close that the cracks sort of scared me. But, Tommy is happy he does not have to drag a water hose with his walker and water the plants. The rain may have interrupted the World Games, though. The temperatures cooled from the mid to high 90s to 74F. 

Once again, we chose to have meatloaf again. I did freeze the last of it for two big helpings, another meal. I will have grapes and an apple tonight. I am not sure what fruit Tommy will have. I would make a fruit salad by adding sliced banana, but I cannot figure out what I did with a new jar of Miracle Whip. It is not in the trash or freezer. ??? Maybe I left it in the bag. 

Tommy asked me if I wanted to buy more MW as a way of reminding me. Well, I will just do without until I find it or the MW is on sale. I want it every day. I wanted to make potato salad, pimiento and cheese, and tuna salad, all since I lost it. 

Speaking of losing food, I lost catsup and found it in a bag of canned diced tomatoes. Why did I put it there when only diced tomatoes were supposed to be in the bag? I have no idea. It is Heinz Tomato Ketchup with a blend of veggies. I hate it. It has a sharp bite that also makes my ears feel like I have skewers in my eardrums. 

Vinegar can be made from many products--corn, wheat, wood, and other foods. I know that vinegar made from wheat is something to which I am allergic. My ENT prescribed an Epi pen because my throat starts to close and I feel that in my ears. I know. It is all so complicated....and serious.

Do you ever bring home a can or jar of something, or maybe it is a box, and then you cannot locate it? 

What is burning you these days? car seat, steering wheel, electric cart seat?