the sister club and i prowled tj maxx and more looking for stuff, nothing in particular– just stuff. i happened upon a giant display of super cool christmas cards. i pondered and picked, waffled and choose. i made my final decision, and trotted off to find the club and get their stamp of approval– which i didn’t get. seems square cards will cost a fortune to send– so they followed me back to the display to peruse the card selection.
“oh!” i whisphered.
“what?” sister #2 asked?
“the blonde over there has the coolest cards!”
“what do they look like, maybe we can find them.”
“they are silver and have season greetings in a circle and a ribbon.”
“ok.”
she immediately got sisters #3 and #4 on the case– but to no avail. the blonde got the last box of totally rad cards.
“where is she?” sister #3 asked.
“i dunno,” i said.
“well let’s go see if we can find her, if she’s got them in the cart, i’ll just swipe them and we can run like the wind.”
“you can’t do that,” i said.
“if her hand’s not on the cart, it’s fair game.”
“i had no idea.”
we didn’t go in search of her, i just made peace with the cards i had chosen.
“those are totally you,” sister #4 said.
“but the other one’s were totally me more!”
we wandered the aisles some more, splitting up and gathering back together. as we stood in line, i spotted the blonde-cool-card-finding-lady.
“oh!”
“what?” sister #3 asked.
“there’s the blonde,” i said. “and she doesn’t have the cards!”
“should i ask her where they are?”
“i’m not giving up my spot.”
after i paid for my totally me cards, sister #3 and i waited for the other two.
“did you see decorative toilet bowl brush try to bud in front of me? did she think that by standing next to me, i would just forget my place in line.”
“yeah, she was super pissed.”
“why?”
“she was trying to get around you, but then you stopped and got in line.”
“ha!”
the other sisters joined us.
“toilet bowl brush was pissed that i scootched in front of her.”
“ha!”
“well, she could have gone down to the other register after you did– but she just stood there.”
“yeah, when they had to do a price check on the pillow lady, i skedaddled.”
then as we were pulling out of the parking lot we saw her come out of the store.
“that’s what you get for sowing bad checkout line karma!”