During my weekly foray to Target to go Hot Deal hunting, I was witness to an almost funny accident.
Two women were shopping with their 4 children. The older children, both boys, were pushing the family cart filled with target goodies for their Moms. Also in the cart were the smaller children, 1 boy, 1 little girl.
When the Moms werent looking the bigger kids both came to the conclusion that a game of "chicken" was to be the entertainment for the moment. They lined up about 50 feet apart on the main aisle of Target. The little kids in the baskets, in a stunning moment of ESP, saw their fates coming and grabbed on to the baskets tightly, their tiny eyes wide with fear and excitement.
The charge began, 2 blazing red Target baskets filled with the daily needs of middle America began hurtling towards each other as fast as the little legs pushing could propel them. As the speed increased, one of the smaller children let out an almost inaudible whimper as she saw her fate rushing towards her. As the speed of the baskets increased, and the distance between them began to narrow considerably, the implements of destruction, unwieldy due to the mass of groceries, began to veer slightly off course. By the time the baskets were about 10 feet apart, the tiny size of the bodies pushing them could no longer control the hurtling mass of the basket.
Before contact could be made, or a clear winner in the game of "chicken" could be determined, the baskets both lost contact with the ground. The sound of children screaming, shopping carts and their contents slamming into the floor and the sound of point of purchase diplays being destroyed filled the air. The hideous noise finally raised the attention of the Moms, who were finally required to quit looking at the fine jewelry, and wonder where their children were.
A slight bit of blood, 4 COMPLETELY innocent children, mass destruction of Target property and 2 bent shopping carts were all that remained. Of course the Moms demanded to know what happened, and of course, shoulder shrugs and loud cries of " I didnt do anything" were the detailed explanation.
The store manager made his way over to survey the scene, and of course he was required to be polite and inquire if any children were seriously injured. The Moms made a huge production of pointing out the childrens slight bumps and bruises, and faithfully requested information on the stores insurance policies.
Before I left I pulled the manager aside and told him my version of what happened, and gave him my name and number.
I just really hope they never call me.
Two women were shopping with their 4 children. The older children, both boys, were pushing the family cart filled with target goodies for their Moms. Also in the cart were the smaller children, 1 boy, 1 little girl.
When the Moms werent looking the bigger kids both came to the conclusion that a game of "chicken" was to be the entertainment for the moment. They lined up about 50 feet apart on the main aisle of Target. The little kids in the baskets, in a stunning moment of ESP, saw their fates coming and grabbed on to the baskets tightly, their tiny eyes wide with fear and excitement.
The charge began, 2 blazing red Target baskets filled with the daily needs of middle America began hurtling towards each other as fast as the little legs pushing could propel them. As the speed increased, one of the smaller children let out an almost inaudible whimper as she saw her fate rushing towards her. As the speed of the baskets increased, and the distance between them began to narrow considerably, the implements of destruction, unwieldy due to the mass of groceries, began to veer slightly off course. By the time the baskets were about 10 feet apart, the tiny size of the bodies pushing them could no longer control the hurtling mass of the basket.
Before contact could be made, or a clear winner in the game of "chicken" could be determined, the baskets both lost contact with the ground. The sound of children screaming, shopping carts and their contents slamming into the floor and the sound of point of purchase diplays being destroyed filled the air. The hideous noise finally raised the attention of the Moms, who were finally required to quit looking at the fine jewelry, and wonder where their children were.
A slight bit of blood, 4 COMPLETELY innocent children, mass destruction of Target property and 2 bent shopping carts were all that remained. Of course the Moms demanded to know what happened, and of course, shoulder shrugs and loud cries of " I didnt do anything" were the detailed explanation.
The store manager made his way over to survey the scene, and of course he was required to be polite and inquire if any children were seriously injured. The Moms made a huge production of pointing out the childrens slight bumps and bruises, and faithfully requested information on the stores insurance policies.
Before I left I pulled the manager aside and told him my version of what happened, and gave him my name and number.
I just really hope they never call me.
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