Our normal weekly visit to the grocery store. Buzzing around looking for essentials. We don't need much this week, which is a rare shocker. Mom in her battery-powered cart darting in and out of aisles making wide turns so as not to bring down huge corner displays, I with the old-fashioned push wheels.
I leave my vessel for only a few minutes looking for a new item all over the airwaves --come back, and poof! My cart has been hi-jacked. I search up and down every aisle thinking I surely must have misplaced its location? Not a chance. Someone had re-stocked the shelves with items from our good old-fashioned cart!?!?!?
So here I go again, deja vu, making the rounds to gather the few items I'd already fetched once before!
Fast forward a few hours later. Turbo Tax is fired. They say easier than ever! Wrong 'E-file Breath!' I followed along with the bouncing ball and lost that ball numerous times. A few times it went bouncing into the street amidst oncoming cars! Needless to say, I have finally finished- "this is my final answer" and I hope that Uncle Sam agrees and does not come knocking!
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