There are moments in life, I imagine, than answer questions.
Audrey and I spent the last few days in ABQ with my mom and dad. It was a great trip.
On Friday, we went to the mall so gran could buy some new clothes for Miss A. Buying clothes for the Miss A is a privelege and an honor that Gran carried out quite well.
First, Dillards (OMG, the polka dot dress is so cute!!!). Then Macy’s. Then JcPenneys.
Not sure exactly what we picked out at the JCP. Audrey was busy playing hopscotch, and there was some other 2.5 year old that was a little brutish. But hey, I’d be swinging my arms too if I only knew one word at that age, but anyway, I digress…
After picking out our stuff (you know, the loot), Gran got in line. 2 checkers (it wasn’t exactly a grocery store, but I digress…) One wanders off. My mom is next in line. Checker finishes transaction, looks at Gran, and walks off.
But she did.
Gran says, this is b-s, let’s go, and lays the loot (oh how we’ll miss you, loot we hardly knew) on the closest display.
I walk over to said checker and read her the bidness. Don’t me dissin’ my ma, and all that. She get’s all defensive, but refuses to apologize. On our way out, Gran requests a chat with the manager, and proceeds to read him the riot act. I would have liked to have tag-teamed the doofus, but was busy keeping Miss A from jumping over the railing onto the carousel down below. Carousels at the mall – that’s a whole nother entry.
And it was at this moment, that my question in life was answered. I am absolutely, and without a doubt, my mother’s child (not that there was any doubt). The skanky checker at JCP triggered the exact same reaction in us. But if I was here in SF, alone, or with anyone but my mom, I’d have felt alone or outside, like it was only me who saw the situation in this particular way. But not at the JCP in ABQ. We were on the same wavelength, and then some.
Ah, good times!