deeptokyo's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- NO, I dont think I want a receipt I think I want to make a ginger-bread house. I vaguely remember making one in 3rd grade but it wasn't mine, it was a classroom project. We all had to bring in an ingredient for the house and I was assigned to bring "spice drops." When the day was approaching my mom took me to the store to purchase some. I picked out a colorful bag of the candy and slowly walked to the register with the 3 dollars crumpled up in a ball held in my palm. My mom had given me 3 crisp bills in the car but she was now at the other end of the store getting a prescription. The candy was only 99 cents I think but she gave me another dollar "just in case" plus there would be tax. That was the first time I ever bought something without a parent looming near bye. The cashier asked if I wanted the receipt. I nodded my head and then grabbed the white bag. Walking to the parking lot where I would meet my mom in the car, the slip of paper was stolen from me by the wind and for a second I tried to grasp the paper thinking it was more important than the Constituion or the Decleration of Independence since I always saw my parents tucking their receipts in their purse or wallet. When I got to the car I started to cry and my mom didn't know why. I told her I lost the receipt. She couldn't help but laugh at me and then tell me everything was okay, I didn't need the receipt. Here I am 14 years later and I still don't keep receipts. Thanks mom. 3:59 p.m. - 2002-09-03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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