Friday, May 25, 2007
Yesterday, at Whole Foods, I managed to bring down an entire shelf of glass jars containing a variety of caramel and chocolate sauces. Granted, the shelf was front-heavy, resting precariously on two metal brackets, neither well-balanced nor anchored. But still. Why couldn't I have knocked over a shelf of cereal boxes, or toilet tissue, or canned peas or something? Why do I insist upon making such a spectacular ass of myself?