Awhile back, I bought some re-usable bags at the grocery store where I shop. My kids will roll their eyes when I say this, but I will anyway: They are Winners! I love my blue bags for many reasons, not least of which is cutting down on waste. They hold so, so much, they have long handles, and they are blue. Most of the cashiers love them and can pack them nice and tight. The guy I had yesterday though, packed one with only 3 cereal boxes. What was that all about? He finished up with those dreadful plastic bags while I was trying to pack them tighter and leave the plastic bags behind. They haven't caught on in a big way where I shop, but I wish they would.
So on my way out to the car, it was snowing so bad that my front foot slipped forward on the ice while my back leg with the bad knee had nowhere to go but bend inward leaving me to do the splits for the first time since I was 10 years old. All the way down, which lasted an eternity in my head, I was going, this is going to be a bad one. I lay there on the ground waiting for the sirens, but then I got up and wondered what it felt like if you step on a broken leg. It was fine after 2 steps. Some guy drove up behind me and asked if I was all right, and, with surprise in my voice, I told him it wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be.