Friday, January 14, 2011

A Wal-Mart Shopping Spree

Back in the day of buggies and horse drawn carriages people bought most of there goods and merchandise on credit accounts. For example: A young, Southern Belle, would make a trip to the general store and ask the store clerk to "just put it on my account." Well, about 20 years ago, Falfurrias still did this too. One could go to H-E-B, Wal-Mart, Fred's Pharmacy, ANYTHING and put their purchases on their account. One day, when I was about 6 years old, I asked my dad if I could go to Wal-Mart with Miss Rachel, my daily caretaker. I wanted to buy a few Christmas presents for my handsome Daddy and my beautiful Momma. However, like most 6 year olds, I only had like 50 cents. So I asked my dad "Daddy, can I put it on the account?" Being the sweet Daddy that he is he said "Of course hun!"

So on a Friday afternoon Miss Rachel drove me to Wal-Mart. As we got our cart and I started putting in some gifts for my dad (socks, hunting clothes, a book), I thought to myself "hmmm I really should get a gift for Miss Rachel and if I get one for Miss Rachel I need to get one for Juju too, and if I get one for Juju I need to get something for Beto too..." and slowly before I knew if I had picked out gifts for all of my family members as well as everyone that worked for my dad.

I was feeling pretty proud of myself (and very Grown Up) as I helped Miss Rachel wrap all of the presents. When my dad came home that evening, I showed him the over 50 packages we wrapped. I was so proud. "Look Daddy! Look at everything I got for you and for everyone!" My dad looked a bit red in the face and asked me to give him the receipt. "300 DOLLARS!!!!" He exclaimed as he looked at the total I had charged on the account. "You spent 300 DOLLARS!" I immediately started to cry. "I just wanted to get you something nice" I wailed. My dad calmed down and gave me a big hug. He told me it was ok, and he was excited to open everything at Christmas. "Giving is the Christmas spirit." he said. "And you definitely have that part down."

That was the year that everyone in my dad's office received a present. Beto got a coat, Juju received a new coffee warmer, and Rachel got a new blouse. It was also the year that I stopped being able to charge things at Wal-Mart without my father present.

To this day, I still laugh at that story. My Daddy is still my hero, and I still want to try to give him the best Christmas presents ever...haha but now I try to pay for them myself.

I love you Daddy! Merry Christmas!!!!

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