I had a need to purchase a wooden curtain ring for a project I had in mind. So I took myself to one of the local stores (Spotlight) here in Oz. They sell a bit of everything, from homewares to craft supplies.
I only needed this one small item so figured I would zip in and out very quickly. Or so I thought!
I located the item on the shopping list and turned to head for the checkout. Then something rather BIZARRE happened!
My feet refused to move! I could wiggle my toes but my shoes appeared to be stuck to the floor. I tried valiantly to move them forward towards the checkout but they would not budge!
One poor shopper made an obvious side step around me with a look that simply stated their concern over my behaviour. But, what could I do, I was stuck there, unable to move!
The next thing I knew my shoes were turning me around and heading deeper into the store. I clung to one of the shelves that contained casserole dishes. The shelving began to topple so I had to let go. I certainly didn’t want a bill for a dozen broken casserole dishes!
My shoes just kept on going and before I knew it they had taken me to the back of the store. Right in front of me was the cotton yarn shelf. I looked at my shoes and told them quite firmly that I DID NOT need any yarn, I had plenty. They were obviously not in a listening mood. They just seemed intent on ignoring me!
I stood there for at least 20 minutes (well, it seemed that long but maybe it was only 20 seconds. It does get hard to tell time when you are in the yarn section).
What could it hurt just to squeeze a couple of those luscious balls of cotton? Just a squeeze, nothing more! Ohhh, and it was so soft!
My feet still refused to budge from that one spot! Maybe if I get just a ball! So I selected just one ball of Abbey Road Kung Fu cotton. Sure enough I could move just slightly, but this evidently was not enough to please these shoes. Sure I could have taken them off but they were my good gym shoes and I could not leave them behind.
I grabbed another ball, and this seemed to please the shoes as I could move back and forth but they still would not let me leave the yarn aisle. So what is a person to do in this sort of situation? I did the only thing I could!
I picked up 6 balls of Abbey Road Kung Fu Cotton, and this made my shoes SO HAPPY! I danced my way to the checkout. I sashayed down the aisles past the casserole dishes (that seemed to be glaring at me). I Tangoed past the shopper who had side stepped me earlier, and with a graceful pirouette stopped right in front of the checkout with my arms full of unnecessary yarn!
But the shoes were happy now and while they were rather naughty, I just could not find it in my heart to remain angry with them!
And I did make a rather nice potholder from my purchase!