I spent an inordinate amount of time picking out the exact supplies I needed for my students’ Meeting Area Supplies Boxes. I was almost set, but realized I needed contact lens solution. Hence, I parked my wagon by the end-cap of the aisle while I went to pick out the solution. I came back and grabbed a wagon (notice the word a not my) and proceeded to the checkout area. By the time I got the register line I realized that I didn’t have my basket.
“Oh no!” I exclaimed. “This is not my cart!” A few people looked at me and turned away as I spun my red cart around and headed back to where I just was.
What if I have to look for everything all over again? I wondered how long that would take. I was annoyed since I wanted to get on the highway before rush hour set in.
When I finished retracing my steps, I realized my cart was not far from the one I had taken. I sheepishly put someone else’s wagon back where I got it from and took mine and proceeded back to the register (though a different one since I felt a little silly from the whole incident).
I’m not sure how the whole switch-eroo happened, but I’m so glad I didn’t have to pick everything out again. (Stay tuned for the assembly of those Meeting Area Kits… the post should be up in an hour or so.)
My newly-purchased supplies
I am a literacy consultant who focuses on writing workshop. I've been working with K-6 teachers and students since 2009. Prior to that, I was a fourth and fifth-grade teacher in New York City and Rhode Island.
I'm the author of Craft Moves (Stenhouse Publishers, 2016) and the co-author of Jump Into Writing (Zaner-Bloser, 2021), Welcome to Writing Workshop (Stenhouse Publishers, 2019), and Day By Day (Stenhouse, 2010).
I live in Central Pennsylvania with my husband and children. In my free time, I enjoy swimming, doing Pilates, cooking, baking, making ice cream, and reading novels.