Brian and I went to the grocery store tonight to grab a few things. We stopped in the pasta aisle to get jar sauce, which I normally try not to do since making it from scratch is so much better. But anyway. I decided to grab a jar from the top shelf because of course that’s where they keep the good stuff.

So there I was inspecting the ingredients label on this jar, when I hear this *pop* type of noise from above, and without even thinking, I seemed to just instinctively know that something was falling off the top shelf — another jar of sauce. A big heavy glass jar of red sauce. Without thinking, just reacting, I brought the jar in my hands up to block my head. The falling jar bounced off of it with a crack, and smashed in chunky bloody pieces on the floor.

I just stood there for a second, then realized that my reflexes had saved me from being knocked out, or worse. Brian and I looked at each other and kind of smiled and giggled. I don’t know how I did it, but it was pretty cool.

We picked a different brand of sauce.