Growing up in Colorado and then living in Idaho my maturing years I was amused by many things during the mid-90’s when the Company I was working for sent me to Tennessee. One of those amusements was the name of a grocery store chain, “Piggly Wiggly”. My amusement may have been the reason for choosing that store to shop at one day.

I went in, got a few groceries. Well, not groceries. I was on a project team for the Company and I was in Tennessee 2-3 weeks at a time. My first stop before I got to the hotel each trip was always a grocery store, to stock up on snacks. The Company agreed to allow us to include grocery stores on our food allowance budget since our out of State stays were so long.

This particular snack-shopping trip I had checked out and was heading to the exit door. Pushing the grocery cart to the doors to exit, the door wouldn’t open. I rolled the cart back and forth in attempts to trigger the automatic door opener but to no avail.

Before long I had a few people waiting behind me. I let the people behind me know that the door wouldn’t open in hopes that someone would get an employee to help us. A gal from the parking lot approached the doors. She walked to the outside of the door that I was in front of and it opened.

Looking up, the EXIT sign was in front of the other door and we were all standing in front ENTRANCE door. I would have felt absolutely ridiculous however I was the out-of-towner. I always thought it was funnier that the other people stood behind me instead of going to the other door. I should have titled this, “Follow the leader”.