The background: grocery shopping with Alpha and Gamma at the poshest local supermarket. Gamma insists on pudding, which she clutches to her chest the rest of the time in case we change our minds. We go through the checkout with an incredibly full shopping cart. Lots of cat food, lots of stuff for the weekend, etc.
The realization: upon loading groceries and Gamma into roomy Fiat Doblo in the parking lot, I realize Gamma still has her pudding container clutched tightly in her hands. Check receipt: no pudding listed.
The question: should we have taken a second pudding for her big sister Beta, too?
“Quinn, let me put it this way: is there ever a bad time FOR PUDDING?”
i’ve been quite absent-minded recently. twice, in the last few weeks, i’ve gone through the checkout forgetting an item that was in the top part of the basket, by my purse. twice, the bagger has noticed & said something like
take 30 puddings, dude. pudding a day, man. pudding a day.
It wasn’t pudding, but I set off the alarm at a university library. Seems my briefcase had something in it that I had had on reserve–and was magnetized. No proble–I’m faculty, but it got pretty funny when it took almost ten minutes for them to figure out how to unlock the gate so people could leave.
As far as the pudding goes, Gamma should share the purloined pudding with her sister.
Gamma clearly earned her pudding, the whole entire thing, every last bite.
Next time just be sure Beta forgets she’s got her favorite delicacy up *her* sleeve.
I hate parents who pick favorites.
For shame Miguel, For shame!
it was too late to share because gamma ate her pudding right away – she’s too smart. and melly, you know i wouldn’t play favorites with my girls. i love them both equally.
this was gamma’s first shoplift in a long time. we went through a phase when she was about two when she’d throw a big fit in the store, and everyone would sort of ignore her, and when we got home she had a couple things we never paid for, that we’d then return with apologies.
this time, we were sort of, eh, she’s already eating it; and as well, that store has sold us spoiled groceries so often, and always makes a fuss over taking them back. “What, so two eggs were rotten? But you want a refund for the entire half-dozen? How do you know the other four were rotten?”
Nope, checkers are supposed to “check” your items. That means they are supposed to look. If I get to the car and find they didn’t ring up the fifty pound bag of DogChow on the bottom of the cart (that they always tell you in snippy tones NOT to lift up, they can see it) I figure the dogs will enjoy free food all the more!
I’ll have to try that! Saying, “It’s just my mind-control implant,” usually gets me strip-searched. (Not that there’s anything wrong with that…)
when i was in new york there was a little tour guidebook on an information desk. along with maps and brochures and that kind of stuff.
so, yah, i took one. then when i was outside looking in vain for an entomology museum, i saw on the cover: $4.95.
er, whooops.