My grandma used to say, “If you don’t laugh about it, you’d be crying.” As a kid that made absolutely no sense. I get it now.
Earlier this week, I went grocery shopping. I tried to stick to my list, but it was really hard to resist a jar of pickles. They were on sale for two dollars. I reached for one but somehow ended up knocking over the jar next to the one I wanted. It landed on my foot, rolled off my shoe and then gracefully went down the aisle.
My first reaction was to say ouch–it hurt. My second words surprised me. Here’s what came out of my mouth.
“I’m so glad I have shoes. Oh, thank you beautiful shoes. You protected me. This could have been a serious injury. What a blessing. Shoes, you’re awesome.”
Then I went after the ornery jar. I’m faster than pickles so it was soon in my cart where it belongs. My foot was throbbing. The whole situation was ridiculous. I had just chased a runaway jar of pickles and talked to my shoes.
“If you don’t laugh about it, you’d be crying”. I get it, Grandma. I get it.
In case anyone wants to know, my foot is okay. No broken bones. I celebrated by eating a pickle with dinner.
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