An Odd Journey to the Dollar Store

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Title: An odd journey to the Dollar Store

It’s Lisa (Jonny’s Mommy) from Boondock Rambling’s, doing my first ever guest post for anyone and I’m so glad it is for Rachel at Following in My Shoes. Since I discovered her blog only a couple short months ago I’ve fallen in love with her, her beautiful little girl and her whole family. Thanks to Rachel’s sister Hannah for letting me guest post!

With further ado I give you: “An Odd Journey to the Dollar Store.”

“I’ll check this lady out. You have to go back in the first aisle and see this little boy. He’s back there all by himself and he is so cute.”

It was my little boy the sales lady at the local Dollar Store was talking about and my ears flushed with the red of embarrassment. I was standing at the counter holding things like crackers, Moon Pies and a glass to make oatmeal in at my office in the mornings. My plan had been to put the stuff down and dash back to the aisle to grab the child I had been unable to wrangle up to the front before, out of fear of dropping everything I had in my arms. Now I knew why I should have grabbed a cart on the way in instead of letting my child “roam free”.

“That’s my child,” I said and told the woman I was on my way back to get him.

“Oh, no, that’s OK,” the bubbly cashier told me, ringing up my items. “She’ll keep an eye on him until your done. He was so funny. When I found him he was standing on his tip-toe trying to smell the perfume on the shelf.”

And when I, his mother, had left him he had taken several bottles of shampoo and hand wash off the shelf and was lining them up in the middle of the floor. How lovely.

With my items checked out I dashed to the aisle, only to find the other cashier recording my child’s antics on her cell phone. Yes. On her cell phone, people. Was I offended? No, not really, but it was kind of odd.

She “shushed” me when I tried to instruct Jonathan to stop taking items off the shelf. She then turned to her co-worker, like I wasn’t there, and said: “Look at him taking them off the shelf and talking to himself. So funny.”

The pair of them wandered off laughing, watching my child on the ladies little cell phone, never even saying “See ya’ later.” or “Hey, thanks for the good times.” I was left to attempt to put the items back on the shelf in the right places, while Jonathan tried to take them back down at the same time, and then carrying him screaming from the store because I had interrupted his “fun.”

It was seriously one of my more surreal Dollar Store visits. There have been other weird visits, yes, but this was the most surreal by far.