“Auntie, what does it mean that ‘it’s a steal’?”
(overheard being uttered by a little girl at the checkout counter of a department store while Christmas shopping)
Have you ever seen “The Shop Around the Corner”? It was the first of three movies over a period of time, followed by “In the Good Old Summertime”, then, “You’ve Got Mail”, which I adore. Who can resist Jimmy Stewart as the salesman in the little shop in Budapest? It is my favorite.
The little girl in the quote above was shopping with her aunt. The aunt, being a good shopper, found an item whose price was too good to pass up. As she was paying for it, she made the comment “it’s a steal”. Her little charge was quite curious about her auntie stealing. Stealing is, of course, illegal, and a sin of the highest order. The little dear could not quite figure it out.
When our Jennifer was a little girl, a new shop opened in the town we lived in. Lucky Lee’s Kid’s Heaven. It was right around the corner from the train depot and chock full of dollar toys and gadgets. Children of every possible age eagerly awaited the opening of the doors, ourselves included. My mom was with us and, being a doting grandmother, she gave Jennifer a one dollar bill so that she could buy a little something.
The shop was packed with excited children and chatting moms. Most everyone knew someone else who was in the store at the time. You know how it goes when you have youngsters. The grocery store, the cleaners, the post office. All nesting grounds.
Jennifer came up to me with a little something in her hands. “Mommy. How much does this cost?”. It was fifty cents, but, in my haste, I said “It’s a half-dollar, honey.”. It was the chuckling behind me that drew my attention as I saw my dear child, who took everything one said literally, her head barely reaching the check-out counter, eagerly ripping her dollar bill in half.
Do you have any shop talk stories?