One of the perks of being a young, broke couple at BYU was that we had ample opportunity to ride the UTA buses all over the Orem/Provo area. (Much to the worry of our parents, we not only were unemployed, we had no car)
On this particular bus ride, we lugged our groceries from Food4Less back to our respective apartments. Hobbling off the bus, we waited for the light to change so we could cross.
Darling Hubby carried the bulk of the groceries because he is just that kind of guy. For some reason, we were either moving slowly or the light was timed fast because suddenly we got the “Flashing Hand” warning us our crossing time was nearing an end.
I picked up speed and was nearly across the street when I heard a crash – not from a car, but from the groceries Hubby had been carrying. As I turned to look, I realized that Hubby’s bag had ripped and ALL its contents landed smack in the middle of the crosswalk. Frozen burritos, Ramen Noodles, jelly, pickles, etc… EVERYWHERE!