Times Are Tough

Ah, yes. The CVS.

Just got back. It's my second favorite place to go; second only to a Publix grocery store. I just ran into the CVS to buy some laundry detergent. On my way out, I had the following conversation with a little girl roughly nine years old sitting in the back seat of a four-door pick up truck.

Girl In Truck: (chin resting on the sill of the rolled down window) Hey. Hey! HEY!

Me: (look around for another person in the parking lot) Me? (pointing to my chest)

GIT: (nods her head and beckons me with her finger)

Me: Are you talking to me?

GIT: (continues to nod and crook her finger at me)

So, I walk over.

Me: Yes?

GIT: Do you have any gum?

Are you kidding!? She called me over here for a stick of gum? What in the world!?

Me: No, honey. No gum. I wish I did have some.

GIT: Well, what do you have?

What do I have? What does she want? What does she expect me to say??

Me: Well, what do you mean?

GIT: What's in the bag?

By bag, she is referring to my new pocketbook.

Me: Well, some paper, a receipt from CVS, my wallet, some make up.

GIT: You got some lip gloss?

Me: Yeah.

GIT: Can I have it?

I mean, seriously. Are you kidding me??

Me: No. You can not have my lip gloss. But I am sure you can buy some in there.
(I point to the greatest store ever. She thinks for a second.)

GIT: You got a dollar?

Me: No, honey. No dollar.

GIT: Oh. Well, you got five dollars?

Me: Well, if I don't have one dollar, then I don't have five dollars.

GIT: Oh. Well. You got some pictures?

Me: Uh, no. Just the picture on my drivers license.

GIT: Oh. Can I see it?

Me: No. You don't want to see it. It's not really a good picture.

GIT: Yes. I do. Let me see it.

Me: No, really. It's a bad picture. (At this point I am backing away.....)

GIT: Yeah, I want to see it. Please? Let me see it.

Me: No. Not today. Bye.

GIT: Hey. Hey! HEY!!

(I turn around.)

GIT: Bye.