So, I left work early to go run some errands so the rest of my week will be productive. Woo-hoo! Leaving at a reasonable time!! Woo-hoo!! (Sorry. It was very exciting.)
I needed a good jigsaw from Lloyd’s school (mine is basically a toy) and some more lumber, pipes and specialty L-brackets for the float. Three interesting things happened:
First, I was walking past an aisle and heard some one say, “Hey. Hey. HEY. EXCUSE ME. Can I get some ASSISTANCE please.” I looked back and there was a small, hard-livin’-looking (possibly drunk) lady who was very irritated that I was ignoring her. “Sorry. I don’t work here,” I answered. I kept going and she walked past me muttering something about how she just can’t get assistance. Mmmmm-hmmmm.
Second, There was a man checking out who was wearing an old, brown leather top hat. It was fascinating. I wouldn’t say he looked odd, and I wouldn’t say it made him look dashing, but it sure was interesting. Like an elderly, old-west Mad Hatter.
Third, the people ahead of me paid for their purchase with a wad of fifty-dollar bills, which my young checker checked over very painstakingly…. twice. I am great at being patient, though, and as it turned out, I looked over my cart and realized I needed one more pipe. I walked across the store and back….. and she was still checking the bills.
Brad says
I was mistaken for a Target worker whenever I went shopping with my teacher clothes on. I haven’t been mistaken for anything since I started wearing my brightly-colored scrubs.
Lloyd says
Excuse me, Nurse? Nurse?
CousinRachel says
Love the pictures!
Peggy says
I love the pictures too! And I wonder if the man in the hat is Charlie Brown’s dad … I see a resemblence. When he spoke, did he say Wah wah mwah wah wah?
Kristi says
The younger cashiers don’t know what cash looks like. They only know the plastic card.
Peggy says
Good point!
Jane Sommerer says
I like the hat. Did he take it off? Was there a white rabbit?
Tammy says
I had an old lady at the grocery store ask me where we keep the milk. I knew where the milk was so I took her.
Gretchen says
I’m a little jealous of your shopping experience. Since my German is horrible I just ignore everyone I see and never have fun stories to tell. (Though maybe all the locals go home and tell their families about the clueless American they saw while shopping.)