I had a very L——–O——–N——–G day at work today. (enough?) I had been at work since 7:00 am. I had not seen any weather forecasts the night before or all day. At 9:00 pm, I finally managed to surrender myself back to my own life and was the final soul to leave the building that evening (post-cleaning staff).
I got in my car. It was dark. It was comfortable. A few streaks of lightening, absent of sound, kept appearing in the sky. (Thank God for at least that, or I wouldn’t have known anything). No rain, no drizzle, no thunder came with it.
I decided to go to Walmart to get some grits I had been desperate for. I wanted some tonight, since there was no time to cook. I usually do not go to the store at night (once darkness hits). But I felt compelled to reward myself for a FULL Day’s Work. I pulled into the parking lot. Parked close to the entry and went in.
Imagine my horror when I saw a cleared space right where the Quaker Instant Grits packets are supposd to be (yet again, another item allowed to be out-of-stock, Walmart!). I grabbed the round box as an alternative, some milk and pecans and headed out to the check-out line. (Okay, I’ll admit it. I grabbed some M&M’s too.)
Anyway, the nice little family in front of me took so long to check out. The cashier had a worthless looking-vase that looks like a kindergartener could have made, and was waltzing around trying to find a price for it. My neutral affect gradually turned to a frown as she then held an inconsiderate conversation with the family as she kept counting their money five times. I watched as the mother of the little family unit, leaned on my stuff which had glided up next to them. I started to walk away and leave my groceries right there on the belt. But I wanted the grits.
By the time they finally walked away, I couldn’t make eye contact with the clerk. I was that upset with the wait. I figured I’d teach her what efficiency was supposed to be and rhythmically opened my purse, scanned my card, pulled my bagged groceries from the turntable one by one. I punched in my PIN, closed my purse, chose ‘no cash back’, then waited the long three seconds while she handed me my receipt. It wasn’t in my nature not to say, thank you. So I did and proceeded to leave the store.
Just as I was a few feet from reaching the exit, security locked it and pointed saying they were directing all customers to the center of the store. A tornado was a few blocks over and headed our way. My eyes widened in disbelief. The tornado alarms were sounding.
For about 20 minutes I had to stay there until the tornado had past.
I reflected on the time since 9:00 pm. I’m sure I would have driven right into the path of that tornado if I had gotten out the Walmart a couple of minutes sooner. Moreso, if I had gone straight home from work instead of Walmart, I would have been right in its path. Was that an act of angels looking out for me?
Subliminal thoughts, giving me a crave to go to Walmart instead of straight home. The stalling of the family in the line. Who knows?
So now, I sit here in the safety of my home. Not really hungry for any grits tonight.
Tonight…. Sheer coincidence, nah.
My sister just tore my shirt. Out of context? I guess my conscious mind is trying sign off, and the subconscious dream state must have been setting in. That means I’m tired…