Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Just toilet paper . . .

While running errands with my mom I offered to take her to Costco because she only needed toilet paper. Just toilet paper.

And laundry detergent for me because "I think you'll like it. We use it and we like it."

Inside Costco my job is to push the cart.

"I only need toilet paper . . . just toilet paper . . . are the paper towels by the toilet paper?  OK, I only need toilet paper, paper towels and detergent for you and us."

"Oooo. I promised my friend I would pick her up an orchid. She gave me money. Let met see the one in the black vase … No I don't like that one … Pull out the one in the green vase … No … How about the one in the blue vase … I don't like the color … How about you choose."

The black vase went in the cart.

"That watermelon is a good price."

Into the cart next to the black vase.

"I like those dinner rolls … I have them with cheese for breakfast … your dad and I call it American pan de sol."

Santa bag of dinner rolls go in cart.

Toilet paper…paper towels…detergentinto cart.

"We need soda … that's a good price … grab a 30-pack for Rodger too, he likes this soda right?"

 "We need hot dogs … Coffee … Hot dog buns … Is this chicken stock good? I know you use it."

My job is to load the cart … unload the cart load the car … unload the car.


 That was two weeks ago. My mom has been to Costco without me since then. She got me more detergent, left. I guess she was worried I was running low, right.