TJ’s

Sarah (roommate) texts me at 12:18pm: “We’re at Mugs! Will be posted up here for a while.”

Suuuuuugar. Did the Michigan game start at 12? Why did I think 12:30?

My yoga shift isn’t supposed to be up until 12:30 but… “Hey, Christina, you ok if I dip 12 minutes early? Turns out the game already started.” I gesture to my sweatshirt.

“Yeah, sure, get outta here.”

I don’t wait another second. I throw on my sneakers and skedaddle. I was fully planning on at least a rinse pre bar for the game, but I didn’t sweat that much teaching today. I’ll just pop into Trader Joes, grab a canned coffee, and ooooh, Sarah and I are out of Chia seeds.

I march down the escalator, quickly grab my two items, and head to the end of the line. Only to find that what I thought was the end of the line is, in fact, not at all the end of the line. I keep following the people until… gosh no. I cannot do that today. I head to the first worker I see with a ready apology.

“I am so sorry,” I begin, offering up my two items. “I just cannot do the line. Can I hand these to you? Or is there a better place to drop them?” (Kinda rude of me, but girly is in a rush. Sue me.)

“Oh, I’ve got you.” He takes the items. “Come with me.”

“Wait, what?”

“I’ll check you out!”

“What!!! That is not what I was asking for, oh my gosh, thank you so much!” I’m completely stumbling over my words.

He leads me around the crowd and over to an empty register through the back end. In a minute, I’m completely rung up.

“I feel like I am going to have the luckiest day of my life,” I say as he hands me my items.

“I really hope today goes that way for you. Glad to have taken a part of it.”

Reason #1101002939218 why I love Trader Joe’s.