I've joked in the past with my children that I would pass them by the scanner at the store checkout to see how much they are worth. They laugh. So do I. But yesterday, I might've been more serious about that.
I made the choice (mistake?) of taking all four munchkins to the local shopping mall -- Wal-Mart. After spending 6 months worth of pay (dad's of course) to buy Mother's Day cards, we stopped to eat supper. No, I didn't even peak at what they selected, but I do know one cost $6.49. Thank goodness it's for their favorite mom.
Most of the brood selected food from the deli area. I just ate a couple of bites of their food. The Princess wanted pizza. They were enjoying their meal when I told them I'd be right back and went to the restroom. On the way there, the young man who had served up our food at the deli walked out of the restroom -- wearing his plastic gloves that he scooped up the food with.
I tried to keep from vomiting (I hadn't really eaten much yet). I took care of my business and returned to the table, all the while wondering what the heck happened to common sense?
I was tempted to walk over to the deli and scream "Didn't your mom teach you to wash your hands?" But with the kiddos with, I decided against that.
Seems Cookie Monster is one mega-sponge lately and I could hear him screaming that to random people in public restrooms.
So I lied and said I needed to go get a tissue in the restroom. I'm surprised Cookie Monster didn't offer his already snot-covered shirt. Instead, I went to the service desk and asked for the manager. I shared my observations with him. After sharing his disgust, off he went to the deli.
After a short time, he returned with a gift card. How thoughtful, but don't know if that would cover a doctor's visit from the germs we could contract. Anyhow, he arrived just on time to see the GIGANTIC mess Cookie Monster had made.
When he was reaching for a cup of pop from Farmer Boy, he dropped it. Apparently, the Princess was done eating, because her pizza was now soaked. Luckily, no clothes were wet.
And, luckily, the elderly couple behind us must have had bad hearing. Because they didn't hear Cookie Monster shouting.
"G. Damnit." Not once, but several times. Again this was one of those times that was hard to discipline him with a straight face. Seriously, I think the phrase comes from dad. But the way he shouted it through gritted teeth came from me. He made me laugh after a stressful shopping outing.
But still, wonder how much he would ring up for on the scanner?
