Y’all know I am always in some kind of pickle. Like the time my skirt fell off in the Bed Bath & Beyond parking lot. It’s a God-given talent. This time I was in Target.
I had to go into the big city on Wednesday to get everything the kids would need while I am gone to Gina‘s. In addition to food, I like to leave them little love notes and a book or craft to remind them that I am thinking of them. With 9 kids, some of them adults, $20 to spend and not much time…it can be a challenge.
While I was there, I popped into Target to pick up some new rubber boots for Grace. Her old ones are full of rips and holes, not the best for stomping out into the horse field every day.
I saw a really cute bright pink pair in the garden department. Grace and I wear the same size shoe, so I found some size 9s, slipped the right one onto my foot to see if they fit. They didn’t. In fact, it was so tight that I couldn’t get it back off. I tried and I tried, but it was stuck. So there I was, in the garden section of Target in my maxi dress with a bright pink rubber boot stuck on my foot and the other boot tied to it with a piece of stretchy string.
I had 2 choices. 1) hobble around in Target dragging one rubber boot behind me looking for a chair. 2) sit right there on the floor like a 3 year old showing her panties and try to wedge this dumb boot off.
As I stood there weighing my options, a teenage boy that worked at Target had the misfortune of wandering into the aisle where I stood. I am sure the look of desperation on my face took him by surprise. Can you imagine, all he wants to do is re-shelf some garden spades but instead finds himself eye to eye with an old, overweight woman who’s about to cry, wearing a long black dress and one pink rubber boot.
I said to him, “Hi, I know this isn’t in your job description, but I can’t get this boot off (because I’m an idiot) and I need your help.” The kid froze, stared at me for a second and muttered something like, “uhhhhhhhh…..”. I held my foot out to him, the other boot dangling in the wind.
He slowly reached out and started to pull. Believe it or not, he couldn’t get it OFF! I plopped my foot back down and he shrugged and started looking for an escape route. For a minute there I thought I was going to have to buy these boots and wear one of them for the rest of the day.
But then an angel disguised as a pregnant woman rounded the corner, saw me and the boy standing there, quickly assessed the situation and walked over to me. Without a word I held my foot out to her and she turned around, straddled my leg and with all of her might she pulled that rubber boot off. She never spoke. And then she was gone.
If she wasn’t a real angel then she was definitely sent by God to rescue me from this ridiculously awkward situation.
The teenage employee was gone too, no doubt to find the manager, quit his job and go back to playing computer games all day.
As for me, I pushed my cart straight to the shoe department, picked up a pair of regular old black rubber work boots and took them to the checkout counter and bought them….
…..without trying them on.