Beware of the Costco ladies.
One would think that being a regular shopper (years now) merits some kind of recognition. Merchants in our town recognize us, and some know us by name. We recognize the employees at Costco; they’ve been there since it opened. But, just as one of my kids reaches in for the tantalizing morsel of food or drink, we invariably hear – in a grumpy sounding tone, “Are one of your parents here?” or “I can’t serve you without a parent.” No problem, except that the parent is standing right there, practically on top of her kid.
With a stranger’s quick assessment the Costco lady doesn’t see a family, but a woman with a diverse group of kids. All the kids can focus on is that they’ve had to wait just a smidge longer to sample and they’re frustrated, rolling their eyes and making comments like, “Mom, you’d think they know us now. We’re in here all of the time.”
The intent of the comment seems to sail over my kids’ heads. But, not mine. I just smile and respond, “Mom is present. Thank you.” Perhaps some day, we will be seen as what we are – a mom with her busy kids, shopping.