No one is perfect and absolutely everyone  makes mistakes. I used to go to the dollar store five blocks away from my house all the time. I bought a majority of household, hygiene, and personal supplies along with food. I would go in that store for daily items three to four times a week. On Halloween night my son left his sippy cup at his grandmother's house so I walked him in the store after a long night just as it was about to close. I pushed the stroller as quickly as possible looking for the cheapest thing my son could drink out of for the night until I got his original cup the next day.

The girl at the cashier was very impatient with wanting to lock up the store after possibly a long day, and I'm sure my son crying of thirst and sleep didn't add to the situation. I didn't have that much money with me. I was a quarter and the tax short to buy a plastic pink bottle that my son was way past my sons developmental stage. The cashier who I always casually spoke with on any given day looked down upon me as I counted the change. She knew the time. She knew I didn't have enough. She knew me as a regular, and yet, she did not let me purchase it.  Anger filled my veins but before I said something I'd regret another woman came in to grab a drink right by cash register and handed me the money I needed. I scowled at the worker before thanking the other woman and quickly got my son back home.

A few days later I wanted to doctor the store abd pick up a few things, but I didn't want to see that sane cashier girl.  My adrenaline hadn't been anywhere near as bad as that night, but still. I continued to shop as if nothing happened. I seen a Mickey Mouse shirt that was exactly my sons size, and there was only one...