While waiting in line at the grocery store the other day, my son and I noticed that something had spilled on the floor in front of our cart. I waited patiently to tell the clerk about it so she could clean it up eventually.
After waiting a long time for the person ahead of us to be rang through, my five year old son noticed that below the cart ahead of us another puddle was forming. I informed the lady about her leak so she could check her purchases for any possible breakage. The lady searched her cart, checking every bag for broken bottles or ripped bags. The only thing she did not check was the infant carrier that sat in the bottom of her cart. The baby was holding an upside down bottle in it’s lap.
At first I thought it was apple juice, but as I watched the liquid pour out of the cart and directly below the infant carrier, I could deduce where the leak was coming from, and it wasn’t from any of the lady’s bags.
As she quickly discovered, it was her very precious cargo that was leaking all over the floor. She told us on discovery that the baby had been in it’s diaper since eight that morning and the diaper, at that moment, had decided it was quite full and wasn’t taking any more. I had to laugh. Not at the peril of the lady or her child’s soggy bum, but at the remembrance of lots of leaky diapers in my two son’s past and the embaressment they can cause. I also had to laugh at the clerk’s expression as she realized what it was that had made the puddle all over the floor. She actually ran to the washroom twice to wash her hands. In her mind it didn’t matter how many customers she had in her line, pee on her hands was a criminal offense that had to be taken care of right away. If I was in any rush I would have told her to pass me the paper towels so I could clean it up myself. But I wasn’t in any rush and watching her wallow in disgust and indignation was my repayment for standing in that line for so long.