I was the West Paces Publix. Really I was at the West Paces Goldberg's, but decided to pick up a few things while I was so close to Publix.
I had the sweet parallel parking spot right in front of Goldberg's. I pushed Little E in the cart to unload our groceries. I stopped the cart at the car and began to unload the groceries.
Everything was going smoothly until I heard a bang. The Publix cart had rolled off the curb and done a header into the side of my beloved Sienna.
I cursed in front of my baby. I feel bad about that.
Little E started crying. Thank goodness I had strapped him in. He was fine, just startled.
A man sitting on the bench outside of Goldberg's going to town on his smoothie commented in a tone I did not appreciate:
I saw that happening!
Oh really? Well how about a head's up? Maybe like, hey lady - your baby is about to roll off a curb and into traffic.
I was able to rub out the plastic mark the cart left on the side of the Sienna and Little E calmed down once I got him in his car seat.
Overall it could have been way worse. I think I'm just aggravated about the uselessness of bench man.
Not today, I'm afraid. Not today.