I can’t believe I’m writing a story about squeeze margarine, but I’ve learned to write what I live so …
My husband and I have different butter tastes. I use two: Spray butter and Squeeze butter.
He uses a Land O Lakes something that’s in a tub.
I am almost out of squeeze butter (and I know it’s really margarine but….), so there I was at Publix during my shopping, trying to get the ONE squeeze butter that was available. It was, of course, the one that was on the highest shelf, the farthest back.
Dear reader, rather than seeking someone with long arms to rescue me, I … wait for it …
… went home without the squeeze butter and decided to deal with my spray butter or use Wayne’s butter for the week.
I looked around for a Publix employee to help me (no luck — which is odd because Publix really does have helpful employees). I went to an entirely different aisle for something else while trying to muster up the courage to track down someone who could help me.
I thought about standing on the little lip of the cooler case to reach the squeeze butter, something I’ve done countless times before, but I couldn’t get the incident with another parent all those years ago when I let my son stand on the lip to look at the Lunchables out of my head and we had a confrontation (and I also didn’t want to actually injure myself doing something stupid and uncoordinated).
When I came back to the butter section, one very tall guy walked past me. I could have stopped him and asked for him and his exceptionally long arms to help me. Did I? No!
This will be one of those things I’ll probably overthink all week. Maybe Mr. Long Arms would have gotten some joy out of helping another human being.
If I could have just squeezed out the guts to ask.
Welcome to this week’s Five Minute Friday. Our instructions, via coordinator Kate Motaung: “Write for five minutes on the word of the week. This is meant to be a free write, which means: no editing, no over-thinking, no worrying about perfect grammar or punctuation.” (But I can’t resist spell-checking, as you can imagine (and I’d be lying today if I said I did not go back and edit a thing or two.)
Wife of one, Mom of two, Friend of many. My pronouns are she/her/hers.