Yesterday, after Mike and I had finished buying some flowers for our yard, he loaded into the trunk while I strapped Nathan into his car seat. I had just clicked him in when I noticed our cart speedily rolling down the parking lot, headed for a very expensive car door. I bolted across the pavement, jolted by my fear that we would have to replace a part that was worth more than our cars combined.
Luckily, my huge man-hands were able to clutch the handle before the blunt metal corner would eat away all our Disneyland money. I wheeled the cart back to our car, pointing out to Mike that I HAD JUST SAVED US A LOT OF MONEY. He said, “Thanks babe”–not exactly the Extreme Home Makeover MOVE! THAT! BUS! hysteria I was expecting.
So now I’m thinking of retelling this story, only replacing “shopping cart” with “stroller carrying a crying newborn” and “parked car” with “rushing oncoming traffic.” What kind of world do we live in where one will think I’m a hero for saving some perennials.
What kinds of heroic feats have you performed? Have you cleared a paper jam in the office printer? Pushed an old woman out harm’s way? Or just pushed an old woman? Tell me!