My husband called me this afternoon, while I was counting the remaining minutes of the workday, and asked me to stop at the store on my way home. “We really need some sugar!” he said.

“But it’s going to be crazy!” I protested.

“No, it’s not!” he insisted (nicely).

“Well…maybe if I go to Freddy’s it’ll be OK” I responded. Fred Meyer has self-checkout lines, so I can usually get out pretty quickly.  Still, it’s the night before Thanksgiving — not a good time for grocery shopping!

On Twitter, I noted that Lelo in Nopo was “making my sweets go to the store for ingredients. :) She’s a good one. And brave.”  I responded that my sweets was sending me to the store, and she suggested “Steel yourself! Put on a happy face?”

There’s nothing happy about an overcrowded grocery store. However, I unintentionally prepared by listening to “Seasons of Love” from Rent (thanks, Pandora!), which stuck in my head for the entire trip and cheered me immensely.

When I arrived at the store, there was a huge line for the self-checkout lanes, which is unusual. I got to practice my loud but polite “Excuse me!” just getting into the store proper.

It didn’t take long to get sugar, and a few things I decided to grab for breakfast. When I got back, the line had disappeared! There were two self-checkout registers open.  My mental rejoicing was great.  And now I’m home. It’s a Thanksgiving miracle.

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