Clumbsy Lately?

So today, I took out an entire shelf of hair products while waiting for a haircut and knocked over the entire bottom shelf of Jelly at Winn Dixie. The first event was significantly more embarrassing as I was in the waiting area with roughly 20 other people. The entire shelf of hair products was swiftly wiped onto the floor by my purse as I turned. The Winn Dixie Jelly incident only resulted in 2 people witnessing my grace. 

But at least I got a great hair cut! 

*sigh*

Comments

[zeta20]

LOL, LOL, lol, lol.....hum, lol. These events are normal for our family. My purse knocked over a round display of tomato paste at the Publix supermarket. I just picked up the cans and put them in a nearby empty cart. Hum.....why would anybody think a round display of tomato paste in the middle of the isle is good idea barley balanced. One of the stock employees told me this happens all the time.

[Beth]

so did the jelly jars break? or were you lucky enough to knock over plastic jars? luckily being a klutz i usually just hurt myself and not the things i hit.

[Nancy Vining]

At the end of the day, it's not your fault. The shelf arranger should have checked the height as opposed to the average purse under the armpit distance and moved the shelving out of the travel path.

As for the jelly - I can't imagine putting glass on the bottom shelf where a child could reach it. I'm guessing plastic? And who expects a shelf to be fully stocked at ankle level anyway. I recall crawling into the back of the dim recess to retrieve a box of plastic bags from a bottom shelf. Nobody stocks bottom shelves to the edge. Not yo' fault, I say.

Still, I did knock over a whole stack of interoffice envelopes that teetering at 6 inches tall and just behind my elbow. They made a nice feathery sound as they plopped onto the floor. Clean up on aisle one!

[Susan]

The jelly jars did not break despite their being glass. Luckily they do bounce :)

[Ranger]

We have a common tilt in the genes, don't we? Tilting at items, in reverse gear or while revolving our purses and elbows, until they make a nice sound while falling. Me, too. I tilted myself in a Winn Dixie parking lot by tripping over rebar that was protruding from the asphalt. I grabbed a signpost, whipped around it by momentum, and rolled across the ground. Talk about graceful . . .