if it should ever come to pass that the personal cameraman is an integral element in modern life, i will undoubtedly have the best blooper reel in all the world.
you may not have noticed, but i'm moving.
dougie and the croftO have patiently been my book box bearers, but today i found myself in need of some big boxes. truly big boxes. so i paraded my little self down to walgreen's, which has this very random We'll Meet All Your Moving Needs section on the end of the dental hygiene aisle.
walgreen's met my moving needs with six truly big boxes- because when something's enormous, why not buy in bulk?- and the checkout woman bundled them in a pair of truly big bags that seemed like a good idea at the time and sent me on my merry way.
unfortunately, the truly big bags created a parachute effect so that holding onto the truly big boxes was much like trying to ground a saranwrap-covered cardboard balloon. a whole series of stupidities ensued during the four block walk home.
the pièce de résistance? when, wholly at the mercy of the truly big bagged truly big boxes in which my scarf had become unfortunately tangled, i was whipped in a circle and thrown smack into the front window of urban outfitters.
it's impossible to adequately describe the many vivid expressions of horror that flashed across the face of the hipster kid who looked up and saw me, wide-eyed, plastered to the window by a pile of truly big boxes. but the horror quickly vanished as he heaved a disaffected sigh and returned to lazily folding scarves.
i scraped myself from the window, gathered my dignity, reigned in the truly big boxes, and rode a gust all the way home.