The setting: a suburban Target parking lot, 2 1/2 weeks before Christmas, on a day when a snowstorm is scheduled to arrive.
The character: Our Heroine, a harried, matronly, suburban-type Mom.
The plot so far: Our Heroine has raced to Target early in the morning, hoping to beat crowds before heading to a work meeting, to buy the oh-so-glamorous things her household needs, like toilet paper and laundry detergent.
Our Heroine is hastily stuffing all her many purchases into her Gecko Green VW Bug, when--riiiiiip--the 17.5-pound bag of Iams Active Maturity Senior Dog Formula food catches on the box of laundry detergent as it's being hoisted into the back seat (the trunk being full of all those other glamorous things).
1. Holler "SON OF A BITCH!" at the top of her lungs, thus angering the mother who's herding young children past the Bug?
2. Burst into maniacal, shrieking laughter, thus scaring the mother who's herding young children past the Bug?
3. Do all of the above?
Feel free to discuss, while I get out the shovel. And not for the snow.