Toilet Paper On Your Shoe

Donna and her Mom usu­ally go gro­cery shop­ping for the week on Sun­day. Yes­ter­day Mom was cook­ing Easter din­ner, so I went with Donna. We took the Miata and because the trunk is a lot smaller than the Civic’s it was a lot fuller. No real prob­lem fit­ting every­thing in there, but care­less tuck­ing in of the bags left us with the auto­mo­tive equiv­a­lent of toi­let paper on the bot­tom of your shoe, a cou­ple inches of one of the plas­tic gro­cery bags stuck out of the trunk and flapped in the wind as we drove down the street. If the store had been more than the mile away it is, I might have pulled over and tucked it in, but we just con­tin­ued on home hop­ing no one we knew would see us.