Shopping with Grandma

Frieda, my mom, is guest posting for me today.  I have often heard this hilarious story repeated.  Enjoy!

Shopping with their mother and grandmother wasn’t Ashley and Andrea’s favorite thing to do.  Sears was having a dress sale and Sara, their mother, needed something to wear to a wedding.  As soon as we got there, the six- and eight-year-old girls immediately started playing hide-and-seek under the dresses on the circular racks.

Sara scolded, “Get out of there!  Would you want to buy a new dress some kid had their dirty hands all over?”

Her logic didn’t impress them.  We heard Andrea shout “Boo!” and saw an elderly shopper nearly faint as the little red-head jumped out at her from under the dresses.

Suddenly I saw the rack of dresses start to fall over.  It hit the next rack, which hit the next one.  The line of dress racks looked as long as a football field. We watched in horror as, like dominoes, they went down, one after another in slow motion.  Grabbing one of the girls, I said, “Let’s get out of here!”

Sara said, “Wait, Mom, I need to go apologize.”

“They don’t want to hear apologies.  They’d rather have these wild girls out of here,” I told her.

“But, Mom, they have us on their surveillance cameras.”

“Okay, so we’ll never go back.  Let’s take the girls home.  You can come back tomorrow if you want to.”