Yesterday I ventured into The-Department-Store-That-Is-Not-Target (you know the one). Generally, I like to avoid said department store, but I especially like to avoid it during November 26-December 31.
Yesterday, I remembered why.
a little light shopping by iboy_daniel . Shared under a Creative Commons License.
I guess I should thank the department store for giving me the opportunity to work on my spiritual maturity. Topics covered in today’s lesson: patience, integrity, and more patience.
First heaping helping of patience was delivered while waiting in a line that was:
- approximately ten miles long (Okay, I exaggerate…more like 8.65 miles long)
- moving very slowly in proportion to the actual amount of items people had in their baskets
As tradition goes, the shopper in front of me HAD to have a price check. I started thinking really mean thoughts about those fuzzy green pajamas that were ringing up for $7 when they were supposed to be only $4. I was trying my darndest to suppress the sighs that were welling up inside me. I once even considered curling up in the shopping cart with The Youngest who was fast asleep in a really uncomfortable position (proving that the human body will protect itself by completely shutting down when in areas of imminent danger, like loud, overcrowded, germ-infested department stores). Instead, I tried to take the high road. It was ha-a-a-a-rd, but I tried not to act like the hoards of idiots that people in retail are always ranting about.
One of the reasons we were there in the first place is because The Eldest had purchased a small gift for her dad. We weren’t entirely certain how much it cost because the UPC sticker was missing (it was missing on every, single one that we picked up). I assumed the cashier would either know the correct amount and enter it manually (since this was probably a common occurence given the fact that every single item was missing a UPC), or she would end up doing a price check and I would become the object of loathing for those hoards of idiots that I mentioned earlier.
I was so tired and ready to go home that I didn’t even think about that item once she was totaled the purchase. As we were leaving, The Eldest asked what she owed me, so we looked over the reciept.
I think you know what lesson #2 was.
UGH! We checked it like ten times, and the cashier had clearly just thrown it in our bags and not even bothered to try to find a price for it. She did the easy thing and just gave us a freebie. This was the point where I seriously was ready to ram my shopping cart into the wall. I couldn’t go back to the cashier because her line was still approximately 8.24 miles long. The customer service line was ridiculous, so the only option was to find another line and get in it. Ugggggggggghhhhhh.
I had to do something. One–it was a prime opportunity to teach my kid about having integrity (even when it costs you time and causes your blood pressure to rise). Two–I’ve always been a stickler about uncharged items. Once I had to backtrack like ten miles when I discovered that the guy at the Dollar Tree had not charged me for one item. It made me CRAZY that I was spending more than $1 worth of gasoline to correct someone else’s mistake, but still….
If I was smart, I would have just left the unpaid item and told The Eldest that we would get one later. But I didn’t. Instead we stood in line for another whopping twenty minutes (lesson #3–MORE patience). My attitude was craptastic by then, but I was still trying to keep it under wraps. I did, at moments, feel like Dr. Bruce Banner trying to suppress The Hulk, but I managed. Of course, by the time I got home (did I mention that it was a 50 minute drive home?), I was definitely starting to get rather Hulkish.
So, thanks The-Department-Store-That-Is-Not-Target, for the opportunity to practice my Jesus skillz. I think I need a little more work on the “loving your neighbor” skillz because I was totally glaring at the cashier and the lady with the fuzzy, green, price-checkable p.j.’s.
Let’s hope I do better today. Just in case, I will definitely be avoiding department stores.