On, the Friday of the Paci Fairy Balloon send off, the girls and I headed to Wally World to purchase the balloons and some other goodies. The trip went very well considering I had both of them with me and it took a million years to get the balloons blown up. And, once we had the balloons, they both were trying to get to them.
But we survived, and paid and we were on our way.
As we were standing in the (110 degree) parking lot, and I was trying to shove a dozen balloons into the back of the van, while entertaining #2 and keeping #1 right by the cart, a middle aged woman started to walk up to us.
First thought: “Hey, maybe she is coming to use my cart so I don’t have to put it away.”
Second thought: “Please don’t come over here, I don’t think I want what you are selling.”
Crap. Eye contact.
The woman walks up to us (way too close to me for a parking lot..heck way too close in general).
In the most country of accents you can imagine she says “We ain’t bums or anything…”
Then an older lady walks up; leaning backwards, hand on her back sort of shuffling. “This here’s my grandma. Her social security check got lost in the mail.”
I know the look on my face was shocking for them.
Was I wearing a “Social Security” name tag? Am I at a Social Security office? Why are you approaching me about this problem? I don’t work for Social Security. I’m in the Wally World parking lot will a million balloons and my two children, not an office. Because if I was in an office, I wouldn’t be squinting from the heat off the parking lot or sweating from the sun on my back.
“I’m sorry ma’am. I can’t help you out. We are on a strict budget right now.”
Now, I’m not one to not help. But come on. I’ve got my kids with me, you are in my personal space, and you want me to whip out my wallet right here in front of you? Nope. Don’t think so.
“Yeah, I’m on a strict budget, too, that’s how come I can’t help her out.”
And, off they walked.
In the time it took me to wrangle everything into the van, I saw them stop three other people walking out of the store.
If it were me, and my grandma’s social security check got “lost” in the mail, you bet you a55 I wouldn’t be standing in a million degree parking lot stopping every unsuspecting customer that walked out of Wally World. I’d sure be sitting in the Social Security office waiting for it to open and help her get her money.
So, I’m thinking, I need to wipe “STUPID” off of my forehead, because they must have seen it on my head. And, I’m quite certain it doesn’t apply.