School is set to start tomorrow. Of course, that meant that the last scheduled ABA meeting prior to the start of school would be cancelled and there was no available tutor for the entire afternoon for my son. Surprise! I was elected entertainment committee for the day.
So, without fanfare, I basically, ended my working career, packed up some office supplies and took my box of files, and left. I felt like I was stealing, child in tow. (You know, I do own the office. Nevertheless, I felt like I was stealing pens, stapler, tape dispenser, etc…) I’d need these things as I would now be working from home.
To waste some time (honestly), I thought we’d make a last trip to Target before the big school day.
And so, we headed to our local Target, which is in the middle of a huge remodel. Toots was very excited. He wanted to look at some toy which wasn’t there and for which he was then disappointed. Instead, we bought another of the Pete the Cat series of books about rocking his school shoes and all was right with the world again.
Once he was happy, I decided I was going to buy a fan. It’s still 95 degrees here in Northern California, and I thought I could use it in the event I dusted off the recumbent bike and attempted some cardio activity while he was in class. Did you know that fans are not purchasable at Target in the third week of August? Clearly after about a month straight of over 100 degree daily weather, Northern California is finished with summer and no one in their right mind would purchase a fan…
Thus, began the great search. Everything in the store has been rearranged, is missing or being placed back on the shelves. We wandered from aisle to aisle. Finally, I asked someone. Of course, this person had no clue where fans would be. She directed me toward the air purifiers (do these things work?). I’d already been down this aisle and – no – there were no fans. Someone else said they were sold out and would not be ordering any more since summer was over. Really?
Aimlessly, I continued wandering. I figured there might be one of those $1.99 cheap push button fans, a clearance fan or something! In the middle of the store, workmen were re-tiling and ironically, two giant fans were set on the floor, mocking me, to dry the tiles. The construction workers urged me not to approach the new tiles. I asked if they got the fans at the Target store. “Hah! Nope. These here are industrial fans!” the workman said. I thought, to myself, that I could use an industrial size fan.
Finally, my son, who rarely says much to me – quietly and matter-of-factly, announced the following:
“All done shopping at Target.”
I looked at him. He was busy looking at Pete the Cat. “Really?” I asked, “You’re done?”
“Yes.” he responded quietly and dismissively.
“Hmmph!” I thought.
“Okay, I guess this means mama is also done shopping?” I asked him. He ignored me. I, of course, took this to mean, I could search two last aisles for a fan. As I started down one such aisle, he said,
“Thank you for shopping at Target.”
You know, I’ve never heard a cashier at Target say these words, have you? Usually, the last words I get are, “Would you like the receipt with you, or in the bag?” to which I reply, “In the bag is fine,” and either that person starts with the next customer or says, “Have a good day.”
Sadly, I gave up my quest for the fan. Tootles won that round. He’d been patient long enough. And I got some appropriate scripting – although I have no idea where the script came from…perhaps he’s hanging out with his dad too much.