I decide to go to Staples (by myself this time) to get glitter because earlier in the day, my daughter and I went for a walk and found pine cones. I immediately thought of glue and glitter and when I voiced these thoughts aloud, my daughter eyes went GLITTERGLITTERGLITTER all the way home. After much digging and lamenting, I realized we had no glitter in the house (embarrassing) and N went toddler sad on me.
So when Scott got home for lunch, I went on a glitter run.
Driving to Staples, I think of all the glitter colors I will buy. By the time I get to the Staples’ cashier, I have 6 glitter, 100-pack of construction paper, stickers that say AWESOME, 2 art pads, 2 Elmer glues, 5 glue sticks, cleaner for my computer screen and 2 microfiber pads. (In my defense, I did pass on the colored spiral index cards.)
As I’m checking out, I realize I have too much stuff to not use their plastic bags, but I decided to help out the environment by only using one. However, I notice my cashier is keeping the small cleaner bottle and two glues separate.
Me: You can put it all in one bag.
Cashier: Oh, I can’t do that.
Me: No, it’s okay.
Cashier: No, it’s not.
Cashier: You’ll leave and the cleaner will spill and then you’ll come back and…
I admired him for stopping at COMPLAIN.
Cashier: …um, waste all that gas.
Me: Fine, I’ll put it in my pocket.
And then he refuses to hand me the single plastic bag until the receipt is in it.
When I arrive home and set up the glitter fun, I stop to tweet out:
Me to my kids: “A little glitter never hurt anyone…”
But before I could finish, my daughter spills red glitter everywhere.
Followed by gold.
Perhaps, I’ll drive by to Staples and complain.
UPDATED: I can’t believe I forgot to included the final product! Of course, I can’t believe how many people like fart help.