"Well, isn't it funny seeing you here?" Mom raised her arms up and embraced the woman my brothers and I only knew as a stranger. The two ladies began to giggle and exchange bits of information about their lives. Their conversation was brief, and as the woman began pushing her shopping cart away, Mom's eyes got very big. "Umm, Mickey!" Mom began to length her stride as she began to pursue this woman. "Where did you get those fans?" she inquired. "Oh, in the home decor section. They're on sale." Mom held her breathe for a moment before nodding her head. The lady stared back at her, but Mom still didn't respond, so the woman went on her way.
When Mom returned to us, we began to ask her who the lady was. "Oh, uh, just a girl. She uhh...I knew her" Mom suddenly was sprinting toward the home decor section. "Oh no!" said the expression on both my brothers' and my face. Mom was going to hit the clearance section. Mother, usually so logical and lovely in every way, became this competitive, aggressive crazy person once she knew something was half-price. We all scrambled to the prized fans, only to see Mom rearranging our shopping cart to house the large, cumbersome rotating fan's boxes. "Do we really need these, Ma?" I tried to say gently. "Of course!" she said, as she continued to place the fans on the rack below the cart. Defeated, I stared at my brothers. For Mom, there simply was no escaping the adrenaline rush associated with sale shopping.
We left the store 10 minutes later with 12 fans.
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