Only in Bekahland

It's been a while since you had a good Bekah story. I thought you deserved one today.

Last week was pretty busy , and one day I needed to grab a couple of things quickly at Meijer during my lunch hour. I managed to score a front row parking spot (sweet!), ran inside, found what I needed, and headed to checkout.

The lines were reminiscent of the days of Wal-Mart. Only about five lanes were open and they were all backed up into the merchandise across the aisle. Fortunately, they opened a new lane and I was second in line. A semi-cantankerous middle-aged man was in front of me. The cashier said to him, "I'm sorry you had to wait." He shot back, "Not half as sorry as I am."

HA! I never have the guts to say stuff like that.

Anyway. That was just a bonus to the story.

I scurried back out to my car, dialing Mom on the way so I could tell her about the funny man in checkout. As I opened the door to the car and simultaneously said hi to Mom, I heard a familiar "clink."

My ring.

I knew it was loose but I didn't know it was in-danger-of-falling-off loose. But I knew that sound meant it had hit the ground.

Super.

I told Mom I'd have to call her back, threw my purse, phone, and bag in the car, and crouched down next to the car to search for the ring. I couldn't find it.

I moved to another angle, looked some more....nothing. (Oh and did I mention I was IN THE FRONT ROW?) Did I also mention I was wearing a DRESS?

Sensing no other choice, I got in the car, put it in reverse, and backed up a few feet. I hoped my tire hadn't crushed the ring and then switched to hoping no one would hit my car as it sat parked out in the driving aisle. How classy.

I scurried back up to the parking place and looked - nothing. I knew it hit the ground and not the inside of the car. I pulled in, parked again, left the door open, rested my head against the seat and said, "God, I already lost one ring to this weight loss. I really didn't want to lose a second one."

Just then I glanced to my left and spied the ring - under the SUV parked next to me.

Not. Happening.

I had no idea who owned that vehicle or how long they planned to make Meijer their home. I got back out of the car, dug my golf-sized umbrella out of the trunk, squatted down next to their car (after carefully scouring the parking lot for any people who appeared to be headed toward it), hoped no security cameras were capturing the free show I was offering in my skirt, and began raking that ring toward myself. It finally rolled close enough that I could grab it, and I did, in a hurry.

My face was as red as the stone in the ring. I shoved it onto my middle finger and drove away as fast as possible.

After posting that on Facebook, my brother-in-law commented "It's all over YouTube."And you know what? I fully expect that a some point in my only-Bekah life, I will become "one of those" YouTube messes.