I hate grocery shopping at night.
Last night my daughter wanted to go with me, so I took her.
My daughter is walking TV commercial encycolpedia, she knows them all and can sing jingles at will.
We get to the aisle with the feminine hygene products. So, there I am looking for the brand I like, for some reason, I can never find it at the grocery store.
My daughter’s going “Mom, Always has a new dry weave!” I tell her that I don’t really like that brand. She says, “But , mom they also have wings.” sigh “Yes, honey they all have wings.” I go back to looking for what I want.
She starts looking around, then she decided to start singing. “I LIK-KE AL-WAYS! I LIK-KE AL-WAYS!” nice and loud.
Now, for some weird reason, the feminine products share the aisle with the light bulbs, shoe polish and little sewing kits. I stand up from digging through the maxi pads to find three elderly men laughing at me and my daughter.
I gave up, we went to the Rite-Aid after that.