2day I went shoppin wit my mom… don’t ask me wat I was thinkin. A friend of hers is throwing a huge graduation party 4 her daughter who graduated (with a major in political science). I wasn’t gonna go, but she (mom’s friend) called and begged me 2 come…so I can help usher the guests to the high table. By the way, why is it called a ‘high table’ when it is not high? I mean, it’s on the same level wit every1 else… but anyways….
1st stop: Bare Feet Shoes. My mother needed a pair of shoes to match her traditional outfit 4 2morrow, but she did not even bring the scarf @ least, so that she could match. So we walked around Bare Feet Shoes looking 4 a blue shoe. Of course, there were different shades of blue and she kept asking me which one matched her outfit. How was I supposed 2 know? I hadn’t even seen the outfit! At the end, she did not buy a blue shoes; she bought a creme colored shoe.
2nd stop: Towson Mall. Towson mall has 4 floors, and we did not have any idea what store we wanted 2 go to. By the way, while my mother was looking for a shoe, I was looking for an outfit for tomorrow. I went thru every floor and every clothing store I could and finally found a black skirt I liked. But wat about a top to go with it? That was damn near impossible….but thank God I finally found one.
My mother and I walked thru the whole damn mall; she was looking 4 a pair (or two) of shoes, and I was looking for an outfit 4 the wedding comin up on saturday (27th may in silver spring, maryland). All through I kept on questioning my decision 2 go shoppin wit my mom. Seriously, what was I thinking?
3rd stop: DSW. While my mother wandered in DSW, I decided 2 take the time 2 look around in Wal-Mart, which was next 2 DSW. I ended up getting lotion, face cleanser, and Nair hair remover (no I do not shave my legs! I refuse 2 risk cutting myself. Besides, why shuld I shave when I can just use Nair that works pretty damn good too?). After I paid 4 my stuff, I called my mother 2 find out her whereabouts, and she said she was on her way 2 Wal Mart too.
I waited 4 her while she parambulated all thru d store and finally decided 2 come and pay 4 her stuff. She paid with her credit card, and as soon as she was done, she told the cashier that she had 2 do it again because she put in the wrong pin number. The cashier told her that it did not matter wt pin number she used since she paid with credit and not debit. But as a proper naija woman, she refised 2 listen, and even when I tried 2 xplain it 2 her, she would not listen, so all we kept doing was
me: mom, it doesn’t matter what pin number u used.
mom: but I put in the wrong pin number
me: but you paid with credit
mom: but it won’t go through
me: but it did already
mom: but it’s the wrong pin
me: but it doesn’t matter
mom: but they will charge the wrong account
me: do you wanna change d account?
mom: no, just the number
me: but it does not matter
mom: but the pin number is wrong!
Aaaarrrrrggggghhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!! Okay, I quit. I cannot get in2 this woman’s head. After a few more ‘buts’ with the cashier, I guess she finally agreed that it did not matter. Remind me neva do attempt shoppin with my mom again. But you know what the funny thing is? I know I will still go shoppin wit her…. countless times sef.
Bye 4 Now… we’ll continue later
