I just recall it had been very very hard to get home. And don t even ask me about the two filing cabinets that I bought that would not in fact fit into the car once I got to the parking lot. But I recall the really truly worst one was when I bought a large cylindrical form that concrete is usually poured in because I wanted to make a poster-stand like they have in Paris. My son came with me and this thing was about twice as long as our car. My son shook his head in the store, amazed at my judgment and with all the irritating shoulder-shrugging superiority only a teenager can muster.
Mother goes insane.
We roped it sideways on the roof so that the ropes went through either car window and around, and my job was to hang onto the rope as he drove down the freeway and see if I felt a tugging. You would be surprised how much of an air tunnel this created. I know I was. My arm was nearly yanked off every time a semitrailer passed us. And my son was pointing out that my idea of hanging onto a corner of the cylinder too was patently ridiculous.