Our family is at the grocery store. The three sisters are running down aisle five when, up ahead, a lady backs out into the aisle . . . forcing the girls to dodge to their left and scoot around her.
Erin: That lady should have a beeper.
Tammy: A beeper?
Erin: Yeah . . . like the big trucks have when they go backwards.
Tammy: (laughs)
They curve out onto the back aisle and are running side-by-side-by-side.
Little Ashley has a determined look on her face. She is set on reaching her goal—Mom and Dad.
Mom and Dad are, at this moment, looking over frozen vegetables that are in a floor display cooler. They look up to see the trio running toward them . . . and they reach for and cling to each other in fear. The girls laugh as they . . . put on the brakes.
Tammy: The assistant manager says tomorrow at two o’clock.
Erin: Yeah. That’s when the delivery truck gets here.
Tammy: They’ll have more of the pizza then.
And the next day . . . a little past two o’clock . . . they return to the store and buy quite a few of the frozen pizza that is on sale.