You know how I always, no matter what, get into the wrong line? Well today there was entertainment during my wait. While at Target, I stepped into a line with only two people ahead of me, and the first was in the process of paying. Unfortunately, the machine ran out of paper, and it seemed not a single employee knew how to change it. Seriously. It took several minutes to find someone that even knew where extra paper was, and don’t even get me started on how many people it took to change out the roll.
But whatever, that sort of thing happens to me all the time. And besides, a talkative toddler was in the cart in front of me. After kicking off her galoshes several times just to watch me pick them up, she asked me what my name was. I answered, and she made a scrunchie face, shook her head, and then asked me again. Anyway, seeing as we were in it for the long haul, her mom started chatting with me. Their trip to Target was a momentous occasion – the cutie kid was getting her first pair of underwear (I’m guessing she’s on the verge of passing potty training class). Wisely, she chose Dora the Explorer.
After the dozen employees managed to change the paper, the conveyor belt began to move again, taking the precious cargo away from the kid, who was stuck in the cart. Naturally she became fussy, and when she saw the cashier guy pick them up to scan, she pointed her pudgy finger and said, “Don’t touch my undies!”
Well done, little girl. I wouldn’t want a stranger handling my undies either.
**PS – Not all of them are work appropriate.