I shouldn’t shop with Mark. Not that he isn’t behaving. Well, sometimes he isn’t, but most of the time he is happy to follow me around. No, it’s just that visiting stores out of boredom isn’t good for my wallet—every time, I end up spending money on things I wouldn’t normally buy.
That time, we were at Toys “R” Us. Don’t ask me why, I thought it would be entertaining to check out the toys. Chasing Mark around the store turned out to be a pain in the butt and I wished we had gone to Winners’ instead—he is much less interested in fashion than in bikes and Elmo talking books.
I had to buy something. I just had to. I looked for a bubble mixture, like we had when we were kids. Remember these little containers with a wand and a loop? Well, apparently, according to a Toys “R” Us employee, they “don’t make those anymore because kids could drink the mixture.” She shot me a dirty look as well, as if I was trying to poison Mark. (I later found out this was complete BS—not the first time a Toys “R” Us employee tries to guilt trip me…)
So I bought the next best thing, the Sizzlin’ Cool Exstream Bubbles. Don’t get fooled by the cool, name, it’s just a “bubble gun” that promised to shoot “thousands of bubbles in minutes.” Clearly, that was before my morning coffee. I refuse to buy anything that looks like a gun and I don’t normally spend $10 on gizmos.
But I bought the “gun.”
Once home, as I was about to show Mark the magic of bubbles, I realized the “gun” needed batteries to work.
I was pissed off, as I absolutely loathe toys that need batteries. I’m not very environment-friendly (cloth diapers? No thanks!) but batteries pollute and are expensive.
So the gun stayed in the hallway until I finally found two batteries and the right screwdriver to open the battery compartment.
It shot bubbles. Kind of. Crappy toy if you ask me, but the look on Mark’s face chasing after bubbles was worth the $10.
Now, next time, I’ll make the soapy mixture and the wand myself.