Walking Into Target Makes Me Smile

While I'm unclear of the date this actually happened, I do know it happened. 

As Mama's mobility and stamina began to decrease, she began to make use of the motorized carts at our favorite shopping haunts.  Mama loved Target!  Target has class! 

During one afternoon shopping trip, left to her own devices for a while, Mama ventured into the women's clothing area to shop for new jeans and t-shirts. Everything she owned was falling off her because her weight was dropping so swiftly.

Have I mentioned the fact that her reactions were also slowing? No? Well, they were. She pushed the go button on the cart just a bit too long as she headed over to look at jeans and disappeared, face first, cart and all, into the round display rack. And there she got stuck. The cart would not go into reverse, and the post in the middle of the rack prevented her from going forward. She sat there laughing and calling out for help. "Help! I'm stuck! (laugh, laugh, laugh) Came the voice from nowhere. "I'm stuck; help me get this stupid thing out of here! I'm in the jeans!"

I finally located her and helped her to back out of the middle of the jeans, which were now falling off the rack and making quite a mess. The sales clerk finally showed up and we left her to clean that up. Mama and I left Target that day without buying a thing, and went for coffee.  We laughed about Target every time we got together to shop.

I never did leave her alone after that, though. She got into too much trouble.

I miss you, Mama!