Not that those things have anything in common--well, at least not to anyone other than me. It's just that I get so caught up in the pattern that is my life, when some odd wrench hurls itself into my day, I can't help but just laugh at the strangeness of it. So, I'm shopping on my usual day, at my usual store... buying my usual things (I'm serious when I say that I am very regimented, by the way). As I drive home in the rain, I notice how bright the lights look under that layer of rain water. It's a nostalgia thing--listening to Candlebox, watching the lights and thinking about how nice it'll be to open the windows and listen to the rain when I get home. I live in my own head most days and at a usual pace, I unloading my grocery stash. Guess what I find that just yanks me out of my internal world? This can of pork and beans. Did I put a can of pork and beans in my grocery cart? NO! I don't buy or eat the stuff--NO! How did it end up there? I'm thinking of a zillion scenarios here. Some two-year old stuffed it in my cart, mistaking it for his Mom's and thinking it looked pretty enough to be delicious. Maybe some teenage kid thought it would be a funny joke--because I looked like I needed to lighten up a bit. Either way, it made me smile and I'm still chuckling at the randomness of finding it in my grocery bag next to the hummus (must be a bean thing). If anyone can think of how this can wound up in my grocery bag, I'd sure like to know, but for now, I'll just hold on to it. This is how weird my life is.
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