another reason I hate to go shopping
Bleu needed a light for his room, so I ran over to Family Dollar to pick up a couple of desk lamps and some light bulbs. There were no carts, so I just carried the items in my arms. Halfway to the checkout I saw a display of brightly patterned pillows. The kids had been fighting over pillows so I decided to buy each one of them a new pillow. I set the lamps down on a counter by the checkout and told the cashier that I would be right back with some more things. She got this annoyed look on her face. “Why don’t you get a cart instead of leaving your stuff right there?” “I couldn’t find a cart. Do you have any?” Big roll of the eyes. “Why don’t you go to the store next door and borrow one of theirs?” I couldn’t tell if she was serious or just being sarcastic, so I kind of laughed and walked back for the pillows.
When I came back to check out, she started getting more and more upset with each item she scanned. “They don’t even care,” she said. “Who? What?” “The people next door. We borrow their carts all the time.” Oh. I got the feeling she wanted me to go get a cart, but I was already done shopping. “I don’t need a cart. I parked right by the door.” “You sure got a lot of stuff. How am I going to bag all this?” WTF??? “Don’t worry about putting the pillows in bags. I’ll just carry them out like this.” She stopped and leaned back, crossing her arm. “I have no room to work. You need to go next door and get a cart before I can finish.”
This is the point where I should have said something. There weren’t that many items. I got four pillows, two very small lamps, two packages of light bulbs and a pair of sweat pants. BUT, always the people pleaser, I didn’t want to make a scene so I went and got a cart. That’s right. I walked OUTSIDE and took a cart from the store next door, just to make that girl happy. It was silly. I was parked right in front of the door! I pushed the cart out and unloaded my things. As soon as I was done, a guy from the store next door walked over and took the cart back. He was shaking his head in disgust and who can blame him? What psycho person steals a cart from a store to carry things five feet?


