It was supposed to be a quick trip to the store.
2 pairs of sunglasses: Foster Grants for me, and Lightning McQueen sunglasses for my oldest, Anwar. That’s all I needed.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
I stiffened at the shoplifting alarms. Really? And I was just about to rejoice our calm exit. Anwar was pushing the cart with me, Savion holding onto the right side of the basket and and Taj the left side. An employee from the self checkout stopped us.
“Excuse me but I need to check your bag.” I found it ironic that the woman next to me with the huge Wi-Fi LCD TV wasn’t stopped.
I reached in the basket to give her the tiny bag, fumbling with the plastic handles and smiling, but thinking“please let this go quickly..”
And that’s when our calm trip to the store transformed into a major incident.
The boys didn’t understand what was happening. Anwar, confused that the woman had our bag and frustrated that we had stopped, gripped the cart handles and almost bumped the employee while he tried to veer us back into the store. Taj, on a mission to get us to the parking lot, grabbed the front part of the cart and pulled in the opposite direction. Savion, happily enjoying the sound of his echo, was yelling
“My! Name! Is! Savion!” flapping his hands excitedly and dancing in place.
We were blocking the exit.
Every time I tried to scoot us over from the exit Anwar tried to steer us back to the store. Because it didn’t make sense to him. We had finished the routine: we got out of the car, walked to the store, purchased the sunglasses and now we were supposed to go back to the car. But we weren’t. So in his mind to remedy the situation, we should start the routine again and shop. However, Taj was fixated on the last part of our routine, which was to go back to the car. So he and Anwar were in a tug of war, Taj at the edge of the basket trying to steer the cart to the right(parking lot), Anwar trying to steer left with the cart handles. People were dodging a veering cart, a happy child, a frazzled mom, and two more frustrated children as they exited the store.
The employee, who had walked back to her station to confer with a coworker, came back. I nodded my head, but inside my mind I was screaming hurry up woman!
“Ok maam, it should work now,” and she went to drop the bag into the veering cart.
Beep! Beep! Beep! “Whoops! Guess I have to check that again, I’ll be right back.”
Are you kidding me!!?? People were having to dodge my bulky backpack as I tried to keep the cart in place and not have it tip over. I mulled my options.
Should I forget about the glasses and just leave? No, Anwar needs the glasses for school tomorrow. Besides I did pay for them! Ask for help? I looked around. No one looked like they were in the mood for helping. The employees, besides the one checking out the sunglasses for us, were elsewhere. I was tired, frustrated, and praying silently at this point. Please God give me patience and strength. The boys didn’t need to see me angry as well.
The employee walked over again.
Beep! Beep! Beep! She shrugged. “We can’t figure out. So, just go.”
Are you kidding me!!?? At least we found the Lightning McQueen sunglasses.