BUYING STUFF IN THE 11TH HOUR- the TARGET DRAMA (needing to be specific here, because believe it or not, there are additional BUYING STUFF IN THE 11TH HOUR categories):
Since the golf course is closed, Mini had Monday off that last week. I arrived home from driving Tank on Sunday evening. She laid out her Monday plan: Target.
She'd asked me to go to Target the week prior.
Me: Thanks, I'll take a pass.
She was taken aback. I urged her to go with Tank before he left, combine forces. I'd already accompanied her to Bed, Bath & Beyond. I'd also done Kohls with her. I'd also sat at the computer and ordered stuff. I'd pivoted when the sheets that arrived weren't the right navy for her taste. Returned them to Amazon and ordered others. A line needed to be drawn.
I'm not a monster. I gave her my credit card to go to Target.
Besides I was going to start babysitting on Tuesday and I had my own things to focus on. I'd just driven 6.5 hours to Omaha with Tank and another 6.5 hours home, solo.
*There are a few driving stories from both Georgia and Omaha that I must share at some point. Who will remind me?
Needless to say, that day after my long distance drivers I had no interest in driving anywhere 'extra.'
Mini went off to Target. She'd informed me that her friends were bringing SO MUCH MORE to college than she was. This was confirmed during her many 'last hurrah' encounters with friends. She rattled off things they were bringing to college - things that, I quickly pointed out, she doesn't use, like vitamins or hair products or body pillows. She was upset with me that I wouldn't allow her to buy a set of drawers for her dorm room. "Everyone brings extra drawers." I begged to differ. The dorm would have a closet, a dresser, and/ or a wardrobe.
Chill out, no drawers were necessary. These were words I spoke BEFORE I saw what she planned to pack. A wardrobe fit for her and 11 of her closest friends. I'm getting ahead of myself.
It's great that pictures speak a thousand
words, because I'm speechless on this one.
An hour after Mini left for Target, she called me. I was relaxing on the deck. I'd decided to enjoy a bit of me-time on this, my last day off before babysitting.
Mini was sobbing.
I sat straight up on my lounger, assuming she'd been in another car accident.
Mini: (in a breathless whisper) I lost my wallet. (more wailing and explaining)
Me: OK, have you looked through the cart? Did you retrace your steps? (yes to both) OK, go to customer service and see if someone turned it in.
Mini: Where is customer service?
Me: (thinking to myself: did I raise you in a cage in the basement - how do you not know how to find customer service in a Target?) It's at the front of the store, ya know - where you pick up orders or return stuff. I'm going to get ready to go pick up Curly (that was part of the plan, she was going to leave Target and pick up Curly from her workout at LA Fitness and drop her at the high school for volleyball practice).
Mini: (still whimpering) OK, I'm really sorry. (sob, sob) What am I going to do? I had everything in there.
Me: GO TO CUSTOMER SERVICE.
I hung up and ran to change out of my bathing suit. While I was upstairs my phone rang. I ran back downstairs, just missing a call from Mini. I called her back.
Mini: (insert calm voice) I got it. They had it at customer service. It's fine. I can get Curly. Tell her I might be a few minutes late. I'm in the checkout now.
This is a tiny 7 second clip of the girls doing some sort of impromptu dance routine the night before we left to drop Mini at school.Later I told Mini how lucky she was.
Mini: Well, we live in a nice area.
Me: (STARING AT HER WIDE EYED) Still, anyone could have just taken your money. My credit card. Your 2 gift cards. You are LUCKY.
A bit later, Mini shared with me that she saw just about everyone that she knew at Target . . . and they were all shopping with their moms.
No guilt here. I'd already told her that anything she needed at Target could be ordered on Amazon and arrive the next day.
Then Mini shared with me that her bestie pulled into the parking lot right next to her car as she was leaving. *A week later, I asked her if Bestie's mom was with Bestie. She was NOT. I rest my case. Mini tried to argue that Bestie buys new clothes daily and is the most independent person that she knows, so not a fair comp.
Mini: Bestie double over laughing (in the Target parking lot) when I told her I cried twice in the store. Once when I lost my wallet (which by the way, had the keys to the car attached because it's a lanyard) and once when I lost my phone. Did I tell you that? Before I lost my wallet, I set my phone down on a shelf and realized later that I didn't have it. I went back and found it. (here she mentions the various people that we know who she passed along the way while she was crying).
Me: OK, Notre Dame. (I've become accustomed to calling Mini 'Notre Dame' when she behaves in a slightly flighty way. It has gotten used more than I care to admit).
Can you believe that Mini told me, while smiling and sort of nudging me, that had I been with her, she wouldn't have lost her wallet? This entire adventure clearly needed to be experienced as one of her time-to-go-to-college growing pains.
They handed her an actual key for her dorm room when we brought her. I think she was hoping for a keycard like you get in a hotel. Anyone want to guess what she loses first: her key, her school ID, her phone, or her entire backpack? Dear God, I do hope that she has gotten that out of her system.