Shoe Shopping Part II

OK-so shoe shopping on tax free weekend AND the day before school starts is not smart. I know-I deserve what I get. Ya'll are tough customers. But honestly-it was brutal. Shoe Carnival should be renamed Shoe Riot. So we're jammed 4 deep in aisles with frazzled moms; helpless dads; bouncing, yammering kids; mad babies in monster strollers; confused, slow moving grandparents; and unenthused teenage employees. HELL-I tell you. And of course I cannot find size 7 running shoes for the 11 yr old. I am no longer looking for bargains at this point. I will pay any price for any pair of running shoes in a size that apparently is not stocked in this store. After 35 minutes of dodging, veering, yanking, glaring, and equal opportunity knocking the old & young out of my way, I am finally in possession of 2 possibilities. Please, dear God-have mercy on me. I manage to find a 1x1 bit of floor space to have big kid try on said shoes. And as I am bending over to help him (wearing my short, cute, purple tee dress), I feel two hands slide up over my bottom, lifting my dress, and gently caressing my mamma ass for all of the free world to see. Because this is the moment the 6 yr old decides to practice his romantic moves.

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Tax free-my ass!!!