Of course, my daughter’s stomach came first. So we went to California Pizza Kitchen. I ordered a small buffalo chicken entree, but our waiter screwed up and brought me a buffalo chicken pizza instead. Rather than wait for a correction, I said nothing and proceeded to eat the pizza. But, it was much larger than I wanted so I wound up with more than half a pizza left to take home. So did my daughter (who got her correct order) and we put both extras into one big pizza box. From there, we headed a few stores down to Barnes & Noble.
Now, as I previously stated, I knew *exactly* what books I wanted. Found the first one right away. The second one…nope. Checked alphabetically under Author Name. No dice. Checked the front end caps. Nada. Checked the “New Releases” section. El Zippo. So, I decided to settle for the one book I’d found and perhaps a dark cherry frappuccino from the in-store Starbucks to soothe my disappointment. Got on the escalator with the girl, holding the big pizza box with my book and a book for her balanced on top. The escalator descended and out of the corner of my eye, I spotted the display of THE BOOK I WAS LOOKING FOR.
Here’s where my insanity comes into play. Rather than continue downstairs and then reascend on the Up escalator, I whirled around and began racing up the down escalator, still clutching the pizza box and other books. Yes, I stumbled once or twice, and from downstairs one of the employees yelled at me, but I didn’t drop anything and I got my book. That’s devotion, folks. Or stupidity. Take your pick. All I care about is…I got both books. Win!