There are only a few situations less horrifying to the home business entrepreneur than running into…
I just had that situation this weekend.
These run-ins always begin the same way for me… I drag my sorry keister out of bed a little too late. Then, I realize we’re out of milk… or eggs… or some other random foodstuffs that my kids are able to consume in much the same way that Godzilla consumes Tokyo.
So, I go to the grocery store.
In sweat pants. Torn, stained sweatshirt. Shoes that, in the proud, glorious past, were white and shiny and now, not so much.
All I need are the fingerless gloves and I’m a character from a Dickens’ story.
“Ahhh… Who’s going to be at the store at 7 a.m.?” I ask myself, fully realizing that this is the verbal equivalent of smashing a mirror on my voodoo doll while driving James Dean’s Porche in front of a black cat.
And the jinx soon manifests in the form of Francis, the office snitch at my former place of business.
Francis looks me over, which was very difficult for her since her nose was extended very high into the air, and makes a theatrical expression of surprise.
She comments how “good” I look and that my business must be doing well. She can barely contain her giddiness. In her mind, I’m sure she’s framing this whole scene like Spielberg for maximum effect when she re-tells the story by the coffee maker on Monday.
I mutter something… say goodbye… and return to my shopping.
It will only take a few aisles before I come up with the ultimate comeback.
Like a wild lioness on the hunt, I search for her throughout the store.
But she’s gone.
“I will have my revenge!” I scream.
The bag boy looks at me a little alarmed.
Then I smile and say, “paper will be fine,” as politely as possible.
Startup Stella contributes to this blog from her two-dimensional world, which you can learn more about by visiting this cartoon strip StartupNation created to share Stella’s quirky but classic entrepreneurial epiphanies with you.