YES, THAT’S MY MOTHER!
 Here she goes again, I thought. That was Saturday.
You’d think it would be safe to stand in line for movie tickets.
But no such luck. My mother just HAD to INTERVIEW the whole family in front of us
while we waited. By the time she finished she knew that they had relatives in Brazil, a dog
named Fish (I’m NOT making this up!), and that they had already seen the movie twice.
I was wishing for a place to hide, as usual. Also as usual, someone--this time it was the
boy behind us--asked, "Is that your mother?"
"Yes, that’s my mother," I replied, rolling my eyes.
Now, don’t get me wrong--I love my mother. But she’s just so INTERESTED in
everything. It’s embarrassing.


And then there are all the things that other people don’t even NOTICE but really get HER
going.
I can give you a perfect example--grocery shopping. What could be simpler? You write
out your list, go up and down the aisles filling your cart with stuff you need, pay, and leave. Ha!
Not with MY mother.
We went to the supermarket Tuesday just before dinner. We didn’t even have a list––we
only needed a dozen large eggs, a quart of skim milk, and a cantaloupe.
We got the milk first. No problem. I was getting hopeful that this would be just an
ordinary shopping event, like the ones that happen in other families.
Next the eggs. There was an old woman taking 2 dozen small eggs for 69 cents a dozen
when the 1½ dozen carton of large eggs was $1.19.
Oh, no! Trouble! I thought.
You see, my mother worries about old people wasting money in the supermarket. She
thinks it’s her job to help them get the best value. The embarrassing part is––and it happens
every time––my mother just stands there and explains the best price to the shoppers! Sometimes
I think they don’t even believe her. They just take the better buy so she’ll leave them alone.
Mom tells me, "Many older people are on a tight budget. They have to get the most
nutrition for the least money. It is my civic duty to help."
Yikes!!
In the meantime, I try to look like I’m with someone else. It never works.
Anyway, the lady Tuesday was pretty nice. She listened patiently and followed Mom’s
advice to buy the 1½ dozen carton of large eggs for $1.19. Then she thanked Mom and turned to
me.
"Is that your mother?" she asked.
"Yes, that’s my mother," I sighed.
I crossed my fingers on the way to the cantaloupes, hoping, hoping, hoping we’d just
grab one and go home.
My heart sank when I saw the hand-written ".99¢ " sign above the cantaloupe display.
This is it! I thought, frantic about what my mother would do. I can feel it! She’s going
to make them sell it to us for the posted price!
When I heard my mother politely ask to speak with the manager, I tried to tuck myself
into the potato bin. I didn’t fit.
Next I heard Mom telling the manager, "I know you think it doesn’t matter what you
write on the signs, that people know what you mean. But people bring CHILDREN in here, and
I can’t have children believing this truly means ‘99 cents’ just because they saw it in the
supermarket. How will they ever learn how to write decimals and amounts of money correctly?"
The manager just stared at Mom.
Mom stared back. "I spoke to you about this problem last week when the same sign was
on the head lettuce. I told you that if you keep putting up signs with these BARGAIN PRICES,
one day, instead of begging you to fix the sign, I’d just buy the item at the posted price--and
suggest that other shoppers do the same!"
Well, Tuesday was the day.
Mom took a cantaloupe and off we went to the checkout line. The clerk put in the code
for the cantaloupe. The register showed $ .99.
Mom said, "I’m sorry, but your store policy says that if an unmarked item scans at a price
greater than the shelf price, the item is free. The sign says the price of the cantaloupe is ninety-
nine HUNDREDTHS cents, NOT 99 cents. You’ll have to give it to me for free. And I hope
everyone else in the store gets a free cantaloupe, too."
Other people in our line were looking impatient. Fortunately, most of them couldn’t hear
what was going on. But the man right behind us COULD hear. He scrunched his face and
asked, "Is that your mother?"
"Yes, that’s my mother," I mumbled.
"I’m a reporter for the Sentinel," he announced, in a loud voice. "This woman is
absolutely right--we should all buy cantaloupe! I’m going to write about this for my paper.
Maybe then we can get the store to write prices correctly."
Shoppers darted back to the produce aisle for their free cantaloupe.
The store manager ripped up the " .99¢ " sign.
The reporter really did write an article--all about consumers’ rights and how stores
shouldn’t be so careless about the prices they post. It was in today’s paper.
When I got to school, Ms. Mathis said, "Girls and boys––I found an interesting story in
the Sentinel this morning. We’re going to use it to help us learn about writing amounts of money
correctly. By the way, I see that the hero in the story has the same last name as you, Caroline. Is
that your mother?"
I answered proudly, "Yes! That’s my mother!"
