It was 10 degrees past hotter than Hades when AG and I (and Jack Henry too) headed to Walmart the other day. I wasn’t paying complete attention and tried to enter through the exit door. (And seriously… is this a crime!!???!!). Usually doors just open if you are going the wrong way, these didn’t and I bumped the door with the shopping cart. Okay, I did it. My fault, my bad, my this, my that.
Walmart retiree greeter lady was so. not. pleased.
I got a firm talking to along with a teensy tiny finger shake and informed that if I didn’t try to go in the exit door that things like this wouldn’t happen. Yep… I’m sleepy, I’m frazzled, its a million freaking degrees outside and, as a result, I wasn’t very alert and went in the wrong door. I get it. I’ll do better next time.
I nod and smile. Yep.. you caught me, I messed up. Thinking this is all just going to blend away into the day, I started doing our shopping. Then Anna Grace decided she had a question.
AG: Mom, did you go the wrong way?
Me: Yep
AG: You went in the wrong door?
Me: Yep
AG: Is that ’cause you’re classy like that?
Awwww….. she’s tryin’ out the sarcasm at the early age of 6. Makes a momma proud!!!
ooh, I hate stuff like that! we got reprimanded by a cashier at Dick’s Sporting Goods the other day for letting my son ride a bike.
yay for the sarcasm though!
So I guess that woman never made a mistake in her life. Guess she never had kids or else she’d realize with 2 small kids you are bound to go in the wrong way. I can’t stand people like that. And yes, you ARE classy that way!!!! LOL
Oh dear. I foresee lots of whiskey for you during her teenage years…