Life in Suburbia

by statia on February 8, 2004

I went with a friend today to Delaware to help him pick out a stainless steel fridge for his new house. Not that I know anything about fridge’s, and quite frankly, think that the markup on stainless is a huge racket. However, when he asked me which one I’d buy, I told him that the american consumerism in me would want the top of the line with all the stupid gadgets that don’t really matter anyway. I mean, bottom line is that it keeps the food cold right? I didn’t really need to try to sway him into spending the extra $300 bucks because the sales guy took care of that pretty well. And I mean right under him. It was pretty smooth to watch. So much for tax free shopping. What he saved in taxes, he made up for anyway, by spending the extra few hundred. I had intended to look at some sofas while I was down there to see if I could get the one I wanted on sale, and tax free. No such luck. I did get to have an interesting conversation with an old man who seemed to be on the bored side and took a walk with us around sears. It’s funny to get caught in that sort of stuff. Then I headed over to the grocery store to pick up a few things, and got behind a couple with a kid who couldn’t have been more than 3 or 4. He had a box of fruit snacks in his hand, and was hanging them over the side of the cart. His mother repeatedly told him that if he dropped them on the floor, he wasn’t going to get them. So what does any kid who’s testing boundries do? Drop the box and then scream and carry on while his mother tells him too bad. I actually was impressed that she managed to stand her ground and not raise her voice the entire time. Most parents in this day and age would have lost it and ended up giving in at the end. I almost had respect for her.

Until she caved. She caved!!! Granted, she didn’t let him see that she was buying them. You know that the kid will notice that she bought them when they got home. Kids aren’t stupid.

It was a good day for human behavior watching.


David February 8, 2004 at 10:29 pm

i was a little pain in the ass at the grocery store, so my mom always bribed me with gummi bears if i was good

Pamela February 9, 2004 at 4:41 am

She’ll probably wait till the kid does somethin’ good, and give ‘em up as a reward-

Sarah February 9, 2004 at 9:45 am

I’d like to think that Pamela is correct, but I somehow doubt it. That kid learned that mom doesn’t mean what she says right there. And thus, another beast-child was brought into the world.

My mom carried a wooden spoon in her purse for our grocery store trips. We didn’t act up, man.

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