Picking Up a Few Things

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As I went along, those twos and few items grew to many, but my free arm did not increase in size. Of course, I wasn’t going to get a cart because I was just picking up a few things. The excuse made sense before admitting it aloud. The enormity of my plight got so bad that both arms and my chin had to be engaged for holding. Now, my nab it and grab it tool had been reduced to the fingers on one hand while standing on my tip-toes.

At that point, items started to slip from my arm-basket. I spent more time retrieving merchandise from the floor than continuing my mission to pick up a few things. It was silly to do and funny to watch as I saw onlookers shaking their heads.

Determined Lynda’s Final Thought for the Moment: If your arms get that full, stop fooling yourself. Either get a cart or release some of that unnecessary baggage. After all, the initial intent was to pick up a few things. — Lynda has magic to do. Do you?

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