The kids needed some summer clothes so last week I decided to be brave and take them both to the mall at the same time. Dave had a soccer game so he was planning on picking up DJ on his way to his game and taking him with him; so I figured it wouldn’t be too bad.When we got there I looked for clothes with DJ while Dee went and looked in the girl’s department. DJ picked out one shirt and one pair of shorts and he was done. There was nothing else he wanted. That left us with a lot of shopping time before his dad got there and I knew he’d get bored quick. I also knew he’d be leaving when his dad did arrive so I took the shorts and the shirt from him.
Dee on the other hand was anxious to shop but she’d gotten taller and thinner since our last shopping trip so we weren’t sure what size she was and she wanted me to come help her look. DJ of course had no desire to stand in the girls department while we searched through an endless assortment of racks in search of the perfect outfit. (Ok, Dee doesn’t relish that either, but it’s just got to be done.)
DJ said he’d just go stand outside and wait for his dad but I hated for him to do that since it would still be a while before his dad arrived. I asked DJ if there was anywhere else in the mall he’d like to look. There wasn’t.
I knew he needed shoes and ‘Penny’s didn’t have any he liked so we thought we’d try another store in the mall and see what they had. I figured we’d go back to Penny’s afterwards and shop for Dee’s things.
I forgot all about the shirt and shorts, which were still on the hangers, lying in my arms. We walked out of the store halfway across the mall, past the security and info desk until we found a mall directory. Then we took the escalator to the second level walked halfway back across the mall again and just as we reached the other store I happened to look down and to my horror saw the shirt and shorts with the anti-theft devices still attached lying in my arms. I just about had a heart attack.
I couldn’t believe I’d walked out of that store with those things in my arms! I also couldn’t believe no one had stopped me. I’m sure the Lord was looking out for me because I don’t think anyone would have believed I’d accidentally taken those things from the store or that I had every intention of going back and doing more shopping.
I sheepishly walked back into JC Penny’s, found a sales associate, told her what I’d done. I explained to her that I still wanted the clothes but had some other shopping I needed to do first and asked her if she would hold the clothes for me until I returned so that I could purchase them then. She had the funniest look on her face but she took them and didn’t call security on me. (I don’t know what it is with me and funny looks from store clerks.)
The clothes were still there when we finally made it back to retrieve them and I didn’t get arrested. However I did notice a young man who was trying to look like he was folding and straightening clothes sticking kind of close to us.
Then today at the grocery store – the same one I had the memory lapse in as I was signing my check – I was checking out. I’d unloaded my buggy (for those of you unfamiliar with that term that’s a shopping cart.) and pushed it through the lane so the gentleman bagging my groceries could start putting them in it.
After a second the checker looked at me kind of funny (I’m telling you I’m getting a complex about the funny looks) and asked, “Do you want your mushrooms?” I looked back at her blankly and said, “Huh?”
She repeated her question, “Do you want your mushrooms?” Now I was confused. Two thoughts ran through my mind almost simultaneously: 1) Do I want my mushrooms where? and 2) Does she mean do I want to hold onto the little treat I was buying. You see, when you buy a candy bar or something they always ask if you want to keep it with you or if you want it in the bag; so I was expecting that question but the mushroom question totally threw me.
When I looked at her again this time with a totally baffled look on my face she said as she pointed to my cart, that I’m telling you just moments before was completely empty and said, “Do you want your mushrooms?”
This time I looked where she was pointing and to my surprise saw a package of mushrooms, sitting pretty as you please, in my cart. Somehow I’d missed them and pushed them through the line without paying for them. Feeling sheepish once again, I apologized and told her I hadn’t even realized I’d missed them. Then shaking my head I proceeded to tell her about my little adventure at JC Penny’s. I somehow don’t think that lent much to my credibility.
The moral of the story – always check your arms, shopping cart, top of your purse or anywhere else you might have laid something before exiting a store and think twice before sharing your “adventures” with uninterested third parties.

