I'm Really Good With Kids.
I was at TJ Maxx yesterday after work.
A little blonde girl (2yrs old to 5 yrs old? I'm not good with ages) was in the clearance section with me, her mom, and her younger sibling. She came up to me holding a Popsicle set that was missing 2 Popsicle sticks.
Little blonde girl: Are you a police?
Me: I'm not police. Are you?
LBG: ...no.
LBG: Why aren't you police?
Me: I dunno. Why aren't you?
LBG: (No response as her mom gave a laugh and a stray comment of disbelief at why her little girl was asking if I was a cop.)
LBG: Why is this missing? (Indicates the Popsicle tray bereft of two raspberry shaped plastic sticks.)
Me: (Attempts to explain the mechanics of why things are put in a clearance section when they are seen as flawed without going on a rant of how genuinely upsetting living in a capitalist society is and how much waste it continues to create for useless things like plastic molded raspberry Popsicle sticks and trays while also still here I am shopping in the clearance section in a TJ Maxx so how hypocritical of me...)
LBG: Okay... (It may been a bit above her pay grade. Still not sure of her age.)
LBG: Can I buy this?
What I should have said: Well, technically, as neither one of us are police, you could attempt to steal it. I wouldn't tell anyone.
What I said: I dunno. You probably should ask your mom.
I'm really good with kids.
















