A Scary Day
The day started innocently enough. My plans involved cleaning a few rooms, lounging by the pool, and taking ONE child shopping for shoes for school.
And here’s where the day began to turn scary, because I ended up with THREE children tagging along, and I ended up in TARGET. Meaning aliens obviously sucked some of my brain cells out while I was sleeping.
The three children who came along for the ride were three who either had money to spend, or who like to nag me into spending money on their behalf. It made for a really fun shopping trip.
Not surprisingly, to me anyway, or to Chewydad I’m sure, we ended up in electronics. That’s scary, too, because that’s where serious nagging and begging takes place, and it reminds me of the Hotel California. Once you’re there, you can never leave.
But the really scary part is the man. The man who appeared to be about my age (somewhere between 25 and 100, depending on who you are and how I answer the “how old are you” question). He had on his wife-beater and was playing a PS3 video game. That was the first time we passed him by. From there, we went onto another aisle, came back, and he was still there, blocking the aisle and oblivious to anyone around him. We went over the the CDs, came back, and guess where he was! Right. Still playing. Left to look at babydolls that cry and pee, walked over to books, came back, and VOILA! The man. Still absorbed.
And I just want to know, what kind of 40-something (oops!) man has the time to stand in Target all day and mindlessly play a video game? (Maybe one who has no job and therefore can’t afford to put on a regular t-shirt over his undershirt?) And to me THAT was the scariest part of my day.
Even scarier than dragging three kids back OUT of Target without having bribed them with toys or candy.
July 30th, 2008 at 8:59 am
Scary? or perhaps just a man who was doing his best to look and act in such a way to encourage his wife to leave Target as quickly as possible - before she could be identified as being with him? (I can see my BIL ding something similar. Or my son.)
July 30th, 2008 at 1:54 pm
Oooooh, good thought MzEllen! I never thought of that possibility….Hmmmmm….
July 30th, 2008 at 3:01 pm
I think we all get our senses of humor from my dad…and he would do something like that (or at least in his younger days).
I do remember him telling my mom to hurry up in the store…and then sitting on the back of the car playing his fiddle. She hurried.
July 31st, 2008 at 8:50 pm
That is too funny. Of course I know the reason you noticed is because you kept passing by because YOU wanted to play.
August 1st, 2008 at 4:55 pm
Gosh, Nic, I was afraid you were going to say I kept passing by because I wanted to get a second and third look at the guy! LMAO!