tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9128958798701458678.post5796125157820072787..comments2023-07-04T06:45:34.494-04:00Comments on PUSH THE WHEEL: A FUNNY STORY ABOUT MY SHOPPING EXPERIENCE IN COSTCOIris Shapirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00851953197898478478noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9128958798701458678.post-55472593168361106712009-10-25T16:51:02.093-04:002009-10-25T16:51:02.093-04:00Thats a pretty funny story gummy, I was pretty muc...Thats a pretty funny story gummy, I was pretty much rolling on the floor.Justinnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9128958798701458678.post-88515737177830376662009-10-21T16:00:35.539-04:002009-10-21T16:00:35.539-04:00You told your story as if I were watching it on &q...You told your story as if I were watching it on "America's Funniest Home Videos". All I could do was picture you in that red outfit and everyone looking at you. Too bad it was not taped. I was laughing my a** off.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11337878706266522443noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9128958798701458678.post-76645216851501561872009-10-21T15:17:56.543-04:002009-10-21T15:17:56.543-04:00Joseph, that story was so funny. I visualized wat...Joseph, that story was so funny. I visualized watching this on TV. With the stress of screaming kids, is it a wonder we do what we do? Thanks so much for sharing.Irisnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9128958798701458678.post-88734720894884964502009-10-21T14:42:47.916-04:002009-10-21T14:42:47.916-04:00I can relate to your story, due to an experience I...I can relate to your story, due to an experience I had, about 30 years ago. I was going through my weekly ritual of bringing my son back to his mother, after a "divorced daddy" visitation period. Like all young children, in divorce situations, he was driving me nuts, as we walked to my car, with me carrying suitcases filled with his toys and a portable T.V., which also had "visitation" with me. Upon arriving at the car,I put down the burdens of divorce visitation, on the sidewalk, next to the trunk of my car, and then settled my son into the car, for the trip. I then walked around the FRONT of the car, and got behind the wheel, eager to get him to his mother, so I could regain my sanity. <br /><br />Upon arriving at his mother's, I opened the trunk, only to discover that it was EMPTY! I rushed back to the parking spot near MY house, hoping against hope that the luggage might still be there, and doing mental calculations about what it would cost me to replace all that stuff, if it was not there. Naturally, it was NOT there, but something told me to ring the bell of the house behind the parking space. And miracle of miracles, the people living there had been looking out their window, due to the loud noise made by my son and myself, and had witnessed me driving off without the luggage, and had taken it into their home for safe-keeping, knowing that I would be returning. It gave me a good feeling about human nature, something which divorced daddys tend to lose. Thanks for your funny story.<br />Joe SalowitzUnknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16255410619182591126noreply@blogger.com