to provide a few child-sized shopping carts that adorable little future shoppers could push around along side their parent
Harris Teeter used to have those. Come to think of it, I haven't seen them there the last few times I've shopped. Huh. Just the ginormous carts shaped kinda like race cars, where the kids can pretend to steer. I kinda like those--they make the kids happy, yet keep them in a parentally controlled space.
I'm imgaining that Jilli leaves Whole Foods one day with a small child and cart who have accidentaly gotten caught under Jilli's hoopskirt
I'm wearing mostly knee-length petticoats nowadays, so that's not as much of a danger as it used to be. There is one used bookstore, however, that I had to do a cat check at before I left. The store cats thought that trying to escape under my hoopskirts was the funnest thing ever.
I thought it was a Northeastern thing, shoving change and bills and receipt at you and then expecting you to get out of the next guy's way. I don't recall that ever happening down South. I hate it. I hate it almost as much as I hate the people who meander through parking lots as if they were the only people on Earth.
The store cats thought that trying to escape under my hoopskirts was the funnest thing ever.
I'm finding it pretty damn entertaining, so I can see where they were coming from.
The store cats thought that trying to escape under my hoopskirts was the funnest thing ever.
That's hilarious, if a little disconcerting, I imagine.
I think the exit interview ate the officemate. 2 hours and counting now.
There is one used bookstore, however, that I had to do a cat check at before I left. The store cats thought that trying to escape under my hoopskirts was the funnest thing ever.
They'll never think to check under the perkygoth foofiness... It's too cunning a plan to fail again.
::peeks up at Jilli checking her hoopskirt for strays::
Curses!
It may be the migraine meds talking but, yeah, funny.
I'm imgaining that Jilli leaves Whole Foods one day with a small child and cart who have accidentaly gotten caught under Jilli's hoopskirt.
"Excuse me, funny dressed lady? You've got my kid under there."
Do security people ever think you're trying to stash things amid your petticoats?
The store cats thought that trying to escape under my hoopskirts was the funnest thing ever.
Only because it
was.
When we were at Borderlands Books on Saturday, every time I squatted down to look at a book on the bottom shelf, Ripley the hairless cat would try to crawl under my swoopy black cape. The magically vanishing and reappearing fabric cave just thoroughly entranced her.
Do security people ever think you're trying to stash things amid your petticoats?
Nope. In fact, the only store I ever get hassled by security at is the neighborhood Fred Meyer (which is a NW-regional store kinda like Target). The next time I'm there and I see the security guys trying to follow me, I'm going to stop them and say "Guys, shoplifters want to blend in with the other shoppers, not look completely different. Oh, and you need to work on your being stealthy."