Sunday Morning Fail

Apparently there is no limit to the embarrassment I will endure for a cup of coffee. 

I woke up this morning and brewed a pot of coffee - then I realized we were out of milk. I don't do black coffee so this was a problem. Because it was 7:30am on a Sunday, I figured the grocery store wouldn't be open yet. But I figured the gas station around the corner would be.  I grabbed my keys - then I took a look in the mirror. Unbrushed hair? Check. PJ pants? Check. One of B's old t-shirts? Check. Bra? Ummmmm....not so much.  I grabbed a hoodie and put on some flip flops and decided it was good enough. I figured the gas station would be empty and only the poor attendant would have to look at me.  {I blame my lack of caffeine for the absence of logical thinking.}

I pulled up at the gas station to find it closed. So, I decided to swing by the grocery store on the way home, just to be sure. When I pulled into the parking lot, I realized the store was in fact open.  Now I had a dilemma: I could go into the store looking like an absolute mess, run into countless people and get my milk or I could go home and be tortured by the smell of delicious coffee I wouldn't drink.  

You know what I did. I went in the store.  Unbrushed hair, pj pants and sans bra.  I am a woman without shame. 

No less than 3 people saw me walking in {strangers, thank you baby Jesus}. Two stock clerks greeted me as I grabbed the milk. I got in line behind one woman to check out.  She proceeded to argue with the cashier over the price of EVERY. SINGLE. ITEM. in her cart. Not even joking. She even walked the cashier back to the frozen food section because she was sure the lima beans were buy one get one free. She argued over whether the computer properly calculated the 50% discount on an item. At this point, there is now a line forming behind me. {Who knew so many people were at the store at 7:30 in the morning on Sunday?} A manager was called over to settle the argument over the half-off item. The number of people who have seen me in my state of shame has now reached an unbearable number.  

By the time I left the store with milk in hand I was feeling like the world's most disgusting human being. 

Then I got home, had that first sip of coffee and suddenly it all seemed worth it. 

Apparently, I've learned nothing.