I went to pick up Alex from softball practice the other night, Dan sent me a text asking me to stop and get milk while I was out. I loaded up Alex’s gear (have a catcher they said… it’ll be fun they said… her bag is damned ridiculous) and headed to the store.
As we pulled into the parking lot I remembered that I had not a cent on me; no worries though, I always have money in my car. Except, I didn’t have money in my car. So I started counting out change. Alex was like, “Oh my God mom, really? You’re gonna pay with change? This is so embarrassing!”
(hahaha in all honesty I would’ve been mortified at her age, too)
The best part was – even my change was low – only had $1.75 in quarters, the rest was nickels and dimes. As we walked into the store Alex said, “Please don’t let me know anybody in here… If one of those Weaver boys from high school is in here I’ll die.”
“The high school Weaver boys are cute huh?”
“Oh yeah…”
“Ok, if we see one of them tell me and we’ll just walk right out and go to Sheetz for milk.”
In that we didn’t see a high school Weaver boy, we got our milk and headed to the self checkout (‘Mom… I don’t want the cashier knowing we’re poor’) – as I dropped nickels into the machine she rolled her eyes and looked around like she was stealing something. The icing on the cake was how slowly the change registered – we had to wait 5 or 10 seconds for each coin to make it’s way through the machine then come to rest before we could insert the next coin; Alex was growing increasingly distraught.
As the “amount due” continued it’s downward spiral with each coin it suddenly dawned on her… “OH MY GOD MOM! WE’RE GETTING.CHANGE.BACK??????????????”
Don’t tell Alex, but I’m sitting here laughing my head off.
Haha it WAS so funny! She’s gonna be fun the next 5 or so years.
🙂 you make me smile every time I read these 🙂