Shopping With My Daughters

                                                               

   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 10^th, 2020

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