Today at Target, this little girl in front of me in the customer service line was singing “Jingle Bells.” I immediately thought, what a great idea! (I mean, I used to sport a Christmas watch year-round…so did my grandma.) I really wanted to join in with her, but was reminded that I might receive an uncomfortable look from her mother. Suddenly the mom pivots around and says, “She must be starting early…” and I so badly wanted to respond with, “Atta’ girl!”, but thankfully I refrained and stuck with, “Well, that’s the only way to do it!” The older lady behind the cash register responded, “Well it’s Christmas somewhere!” I thought that was the saying that went “It’s 5 o’clock somewhere”… no?

The little girl was not only a cheery-carrolling kid, but she proceed to chat with me in child-language. “Umm…I want to tell you something very important, lady….” in what was later translated by her mother, after the little girl shoved her tiny wide-open hand in my face she said, “Umm, I have very strong hand muscles.” Her mom was practically pulling her away at this point, just nodding and smiling… I would have totally egged her on, had I known what the heck she was saying.

So, after thinking about how silly and clueless children are, I stepped up to the Customer Service counter at Target to return the shoe organizer thing for my closet. I told the lady I didn’t have the receipt, but I had the card I purchased it with. Thinking I was all prepared, I push my card across the counter and she looks up at me and goes, “Umm, this is from Wal-Mart.” Being an idiot, I questioned her a couple times, even though it blatantly said Wal-Mart on the dang packaging. Awesome, Lauren. That’s what I get for thinking the little girl in front of me was silly/dumb/weird. But hey, it’s Monday! I wonder what that says for my week. Great.