So I just got back from w.Mart. Needed some baby wipes, some milk, the
usual...oh, and some beautiful blue crochet thread (the bag is talking to
me--it says if I want to put capri blue S. crystals on it, I need a band of
blue crochet, too) and a pint of Haagen-Dazs that was on sale.

Anyways, as I'm walking in, I notice this guy, with his three kids. This man
looks TIRED. Like...find me a dark room to play Rip Van Winkle in, puh-lease!
He reaches the carts just a moment before me. I see that the oldest child, a
boy, is holding the youngest child, a girl, roughly 7 and 1, respectively. The
dad is lifting the middle child, another girl, about 3, into the cart. (why
the 3 yr old was getting in the cart and not the 1 yr old, I'll never know)
Just as my hand is reaching out for my own cart, side by side to theirs, the
freak accident happens.

The 7yr old starts to drop the baby........the dad sees this.....instinctively
reacts, and turns to the side to catch her........forgetting that he needed to
actually get both feet of the 3 yr old into the foot holes and her butt on the
set before she was "secure".........the 3 yr old slips, tumbles forward and to
her left, right into............ME. Now, I was in the process of reaching for
my cart, so my left arm was extended, and she fell right onto it. My hand
wasn't above the cart rail, but below it, and the unexpected weight of that
child forced my hand down until......my Saucy Majestic Bracelet caught on a
loose piece of metal; part of the cart itself.

You gotta picture this. She fell towards me from my left, onto the back of my
left arm, with my palm facing down, and nothing to grab onto. The waxed linen
cord that I strung the bracelet on caught on that spoke thingy and held, with
her full body weight, long enough for my right arm to drop my lil purse and
scoop under her.

There was no way I could have reacted fast enough to save her from hitting the
concrete floor face first. So, I am singing praises for waxed linen cord, and
cheap base metal clasps.

BTW.....I yelled at that guy for a good 3 minutes about the dangers of having
children mind children, which was the cause of the incident in the first place.
I felt kinda bd about it, because one look at him, and you could tell that
getting yelled at was commonplace for him, and probably not usually warranted.
He had abused, exhausted husband written all over him.




~Candace~