Shopping with My Daughters
I went to Hobby Lobby today.
It’s been a while since I’ve been there.
My daughters wanted me to go with them and I decided to go. I sat in the back with my grandchildren. I enjoy spending time with them.
I walked around the store and looked at a few things. I decided to buy some yarn, I needed some
bright colors. I enjoy crocheting, it helps me from thinking too much.
It seems every time I
go somewhere, something strange happens. We got into two separate lines. The lady at the register rang up my order and
I was very surprised at the total. I
thought it would be more.
I knew that there was a 30% off sale. I thought maybe I chose
a clearance item or something. I asked
if I could get the items at the same price if I got more. She said yes.
So, I went and got more of the same type of yarn. I noticed something the moment I went back to
the yarn. A very strong smell of cigarette
smoke. It was enough to gag me. I felt sorry for the woman, she sat down on
the floor and was crying.
I wasn’t sure what to do.
The Hobby Lobby employee was right there nearby. I needed to go; my family was waiting for me.
I couldn’t stay; my two daughters were out in the car. My grandchildren were fussy. I
began to exit from the aisle, as an employee was walking by. I made my way to the registers.
I do not smoke and I have an allergy to it. I bought some curlers from a thrift store. I didn’t realize when I bought them that they
had a terrible smell. They looked new. I
took them home wiped them down. Every
time I walk into my bathroom now, it smells like smoke, even after using cleaners
and bleach on them.
Anyway, I emptied my cart of 12 more skeins of yarn. I realized after she rang it up there was a big mistake on the first purchase. I was sure to show her the first receipt because I didn’t want to leave without telling them about it. My family was waiting for me and I needed to be on my way. She said, “Mam, don’t worry about it. It was our mistake.”
I’ll just think of it as a donation and a blessing.
I have another shopping story to tell you but It will have to be another time.
Susan Nikitenko December 10th, 2020
