Do These Groceries Make My Butt Look Big?
Posted on 29. Jan, 2009 by Deb in The Girl
Outings with my youngest daughter (find her on Twitter) are always a bit of an adventure. In that, she has a sense of humor much like mine, only much sharper. And she is goofy like me, only cute when she is goofy. And she seems to have this confidence that I wonder if I ever possessed.
Today, I lured her to the grocery store with me, because we all know that teenagers rarely want to go, with the promise of ice cream. it was immediately after school, so her desire for a treat overruled her desire to go home and do whatever it is that teens do when they get home from school. After a brief stop at Sonic, we pulled into Tom Thumb. I needed basics: cheddar slices, eggs, apples, and cottage cheese. I lost her about half way through the store on the pretense of a visit to the restroom. She really lingered at all the Valentine cuteness. She called my cell phone to “find” me because, well, you know, grocery stores these days are just so BIG.
At the checkout, I unload the groceries on the little belt as she ogles the giant cans of Red Bull. I tell the checker hello. She knows my face though she doesn’t remember my name as she is typically working when I go to the grocery. She starts to chuckle a bit and nods her head at my daughter. My daughter who is standing with her head looking over her shoulder. Wiggling her butt a little. Kind of…posing.
She sees us looking at her. And points to the two small round mirrors, that are about hip high and glued to the partition backing the next check-out lane. “So, are these mirrors here so you can check out your own butt?”
Obviously, she had been checking out herself. The checker begins to laugh – hard. I giggle and tell her why they are really there: for the checker to be able to make sure all the groceries are out of the customer’s cart.
She bends down so that she is eye level with the mirror a moment, straightens up, looks at the two of us and says “I still like my reason much better.” And then proceeded to check herself out just one more time before going to the end of the counter to take one of the grocery bags.
When we left, the checker was still chuckling to herself. And now, every time I’m there, I know I’m going to end up taking a glance…..