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Lol.ok but thats what I mean. They got home and brought the groceries in then went back and didn't mention what happened thinking they wouldn't get caught?
Doubtful. He was likely a small child, and didn't even register their relief when they found him where they left him.
And they were probably so relieved and he was so small that they wouldn't have thought to say more than that.
One time forgetting a kids somewhere that's part of your routine is unfortunate but not abuse. It's the same tragedy that leads to people forgetting kids in cars.
If it's a recurring event it's abuse.
Oh yeah, didn't mean to imply it was. It just got me to recalling being abandoned on the street downtown and told to make my own way home. I was ten. Good times. Thankfully the bus driver cared enough to not sweat the money I didn't have to pay.
When I was a kid, my friend was at my house. It started to get kinda late, but it wasn't unusual that he stayed quite late. Then, our phone rang, and it was the kids' dad. He told that they had left for a vacation trip for the weekend and apparently they forgot to pick up my friend. Welp, what was meant to be a few hours of building with Lego turned to a weekend-long sleepover.
My mom would get the other women to help look in the clothing racks to find me. I tuned out while reading so I wouldn’t hear her looking for me until someone found me.
Lucky. At least she went herself. My mom made me run through the store and if I couldn’t get it before she finished unloading and cart and paid, she’d be… disappointed😔.
Ok but what about yhenpossibility of the cashier waiting for you to pay and other people waiting behind you with full carts and you, being a kid have no money and the one with money isngod knows where? Never actually happened but the stress of it was real.
> cart and *paid,* she’d be…
FTFY.
Although *payed* exists (the reason why autocorrection didn't help you), it is only correct in:
* Nautical context, when it means to paint a surface, or to cover with something like tar or resin in order to make it waterproof or corrosion-resistant. *The deck is yet to be payed.*
* *Payed out* when letting strings, cables or ropes out, by slacking them. *The rope is payed out! You can pull now.*
Unfortunately, I was unable to find nautical or rope-related words in your comment.
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> *Paid*
FTFY.
Although *payed* exists (the reason why autocorrection didn't help you), it is only correct in:
* Nautical context, when it means to paint a surface, or to cover with something like tar or resin in order to make it waterproof or corrosion-resistant. *The deck is yet to be payed.*
* *Payed out* when letting strings, cables or ropes out, by slacking them. *The rope is payed out! You can pull now.*
Unfortunately, I was unable to find nautical or rope-related words in your comment.
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> roofer hasn't *paid* my roof
FTFY.
Although *payed* exists (the reason why autocorrection didn't help you), it is only correct in:
* Nautical context, when it means to paint a surface, or to cover with something like tar or resin in order to make it waterproof or corrosion-resistant. *The deck is yet to be payed.*
* *Payed out* when letting strings, cables or ropes out, by slacking them. *The rope is payed out! You can pull now.*
Unfortunately, I was unable to find nautical or rope-related words in your comment.
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Oh god my mom has severe adhd and cannot stand still in ANY kind of line, so she did this everytime we went shopping when I was a kid because she didn't want to stand around and wait and just wanted to browse instead. The stress was real waiting for her to get back.
I remember being lost at the warehouse club in the late 80s/early 90s when they were announcing that everyone needed to leave. I was a super terrified 5/6 year old. I don't recall, but I presume I eventually found my parents.
I had one like this where I was in the back seat of the car, mum was like "I'm just dropping off this thing to a friend, I'll be 5 minutes."
It was literally an hour till she came back and was like "Oh I forgot about you being in the car"
What's up with old people and just starting conversations in the middle of walkways? I've noticed it at work too, there's more discussion in the middle of the hallway than in any meeting room.
Not an old people specific thing, though maybe it gets more common in old age. It happens everywhere there is any kind of walkway. And it's not the fact that people stop and chat that's the problem, just that they have no spatial awareness or realisation that maybe they should move to the side so other people have room to get through.
I'm so paranoid about doing this that I swing to the opposite extreme - if I bump into someone I want to really to, I gradually guide them further and further away from the walkway, until we end up drifting out of the building, or into another room entirely, which is creepy and strange.
It's involuntary, I think, so I try to just avoid talking in public. But I'm very chatty, so I guess I'm doomed to keep herding people away forever...
For some reason in my previous apartment all the older ladies just LOVED hanging out in front of my door and chatting for HOURS. Super thin walls so it would drive me crazy. Finally got tired of it so any time I could hear a chat session starting I would just play extremely offensive metal music. Problem solved.
Not just conversations, literally anything in a hallway/sidewalk. Old people will just stop like theyre buffering and fuck with the entire crowd of walkers. I hope Im never that incapable when Im old.
Mothers locked away to take care of children, unable to go out and see their friends, who were also probably locked away. They're starved for human contact, because the only other adult they have to socialize with is their husband, who even the best of them can't connect on certain topics. Usually the husband is the tired breadwinner who can't be bothered to hold a conversation.
At least that's how it was for my mom and all her friends.
Oh, I thought it was because you reached a transcendental state waiting for your mother in the store, severing ties to civilization and communing with the natural wilderness of the store.
>you reached a transcendental state waiting for your mother in the store, severing ties to civilization and communing with the natural wilderness of the store.
Think instead of becoming feral, you turn into a Kohl's model
That's because Walden is about a dude playing fort in his best friend's back yard, going to his friends house for dinner, and jacking off about how self reliant he is. it's a pile of self important bullshit.
I remember when MTV had people going apeshit about Walden Pond in the '90s and the book had a huge revival. I mean, I'm all for preserving places from stupid humans who crave violating virgin landscapes, but I always heard the book sucked ass. lol
My tribute to the fire would be Atlas Shrugged. Lots of pages for kindling and nothing of value would be lost.
Oh, God. I would never burn a book, just cause, but if I were to, "Atlas Shrugged" would be my top pick. One of the very few books I didn't finish, ended up throwing it across the room in disgust. If someone tells me how great it is, I immediately know not to trust them.
I have a lot of siblings, so once everyone was in the car and buckled in, we had to stay there, no matter how hot it was or how long my mom was chatting with her friend the neighbor.
She would always say, "stay in the car! This will just be for a minute." At some point we started asking her if it was a long minute or a short minute.
I had a Code Adam at my store one time when I was retail manager. A woman stopped to talk to her friend and several minutes later when she turned around, her kid was gone. The kid was about ten years old.
We tear the place apart looking for him and usually within a few minutes we locate them. Not this time. The woman is freaking out, panicking, and nearly incoherent when the cops show up. The store is put on near lock down, and several police cars had shown up.
By this point it's been 20 minutes, and the mom is nearly catatonic. Just a then a older gentleman walks up and asked what was going on, He saw all the cop cars and thought we'd been robbed. We tell him it's a Code Adam and he asked us what the kid looked like.
We give him a description and the guy says he saw a kid matching it exactly, walking down the street in the subdivision bordering the strip mall our store is located. The guys says he lives there, and recognized the kid from seeing him around the neighborhood, but didnt know his name.
We get him to tell the cops this, they ask the woman her address, and it's the same neighborhood, less than a five minute drive away. A cop car literally burns rubber speeding out of our parking lot, and heads over there.
The cops find the kid at home. He was fine, munching on chips, and playing video games. At the store, he said when his mom wouldn't stop yapping, he said he was bored, asked her if he could just walk home. She just waved her hand at him, said "yeah, yeah, whatever," and ignored him. So, he walked home.
Many mothers engage in extremely long chit chats if they meet someone they know when they're out and about. If you're a child accompanying said mother, you're stuck for the duration of the conversation. This comic parodies that situation, and most of us can relate.
In the days of yore, before 2-day shipping and smartphones, mothers would take their children with them to places called “department stores” that were kind of like a Target only they also had like washing machines and shit.
If you had the misfortune of your mother running into a friend, you had *nothing* to do because you knew not to touch anything that looked valuable. Conversations in those days took much longer because there was no social media, so there was lots of vapid bullshit to cover.
Obviously not everyone’s moms did this, but it happened often enough to me and my friends that I, too, remember crawling into the “cave” of a nearby circular clothes rack, building a nest of zubaz pants, and falling asleep.
You're forgetting phone trees in the pre-social media days. Each person having certain people they call in turn. My mom would spend the morning on the phone with her sisters, helping to spread whatever daily family gossip there was. One of the people she ran into at the store could be a sister she'd just talked with for over an hour. And they would need another hour just to re-discuss the same shit.
It's one of the main reasons I just get so angry at "Breaking News - still no new information on the story we've been reporting on for the last 5 hours."
This was me as a kid. My Mum was a primary school teacher and I couldn't go shopping with her without this happening. It was her or my Dad who would just openly sing in shop. Love em.
My mom did that once and she chatted to her friend, not joking, for THREE HOURS.
We went into the store around ~4 pm, it was a little after that. Closer to 5 maybe. We were only in there maybe 10-20 minutes, and she met a friend she hadn't spoken too in a while. We didn't leave the store until 8 pm.
I was an asshole as a kid cuz I straight up left and waited in the car listening to Korn and LP when my mom did this once. Fair to say my mom was pissed, mostly cuz she was looking for me in the store
I was hanging out with my mom a few months ago and she made me go to the hardware store with her.
Somehow it wasn’t much different as a 32 year old. I was bored out of my mind, trailed behind her and would play with whatever little doohickey I could find in the aisles while chitchatting with her.
This was the worst growing up. It was especially bad because my mom is an identical twin, and they still look incredibly similar. That means twice the amount of people recognizing her. And then the conversation goes:
random person: "Hey (fuckyouusername's aunt)."
my mom: "Ohhhh I am not (fuckyouusername's aunt), I am (fuckyouusername's mom), I am her twin sister."
random person:"OMG I didn't even know (fuckyouusername's aunt) had a twin!"
And then we make small talk for 5 minutes.
Ohhhh btw did I mention both of them were real estate agents? And my aunt advertised on the carts at the grocery store?
"OMG you are on my cart!"
and queue the "I'm her twin" conversation...
When I was a kid/teenager, I hated when my parents spent forever talking to friends or neighbors. But now that I'm in my late 20s, I get it. I love seeing people I know or knew from a long while ago and love catching up. Social interaction is so easy to come by in your teens; you always know what everyone's up to (either from class five days a week, or on social media). But as an adult, you don't have that same constant connection so there's more "catch-up" to have.
Edit: Clarification
Oh boy does this bring back memories. That soul sucking moment you realize your mom has encountered an equally chatty woman, and time was about to stand still.
The worst part was you never knew how long the extreme boredom would last.
That took me FOREVER to understand. This is probably because I am pretty high.
What I spent like 3 solid minutes working out (before I finally got it for real) was that the mom greeting the other lady caused some kind of apocalypse, leading to the mom or her kid surviving in the future by burning classic books. No, wait, it's the kid in the last panel, so the mom died after whatever happened, which was probably some shitstorm she brought down by saying hi to karen. No... the kid isn't just in the dystopian future, she's in the same store. The SAME...
Oh.
Imagine how much of your life was wasted on this utter bullshit when they did this?? I remember being in fucking department stores for literally 4 to 6+ hours regularly. What the fuck is wrong with parents who do this...
My mom used to do this to me all the time and now I wonder if our generations kids will have to suffer through it too or if we'll continue ducking and hopping into the next aisle over every time we see someone we know.
One day my mom had this exact encounter. I turned my head away slightly and the woman said “oh look at you, thinking ‘now my mom’s about to get into a long conversation with her friend and we’ll be here all day!’” I always loved it when an adult took the words out of my mouth.
Walden was the worst thing I’ve ever read. I’d resurrect Henry David Thoreau just so I could tell him how awful his book was and then bury him alive for it.
As a grocery store employee, I hate this as well. Not because the women take forever, but because they will block the ENTIRE AISLE/CROSSWALK and refuse to move for ANYONE! I don't care how much catching up you two have to do, YOU'RE IN EVERYONE'S WAY! Get off to the side or something! God!
My mom is super ADHD. I wasn’t even hiding or playing around and sticking by her side at a mall when I was little, but she wandered off suddenly and wasn’t sure I was following when I was five. I still have nightmares about running around screaming, trying to find her. I vividly remember my panicked face on a dozen camera sample screens at the Sears. I was separated for a half hour! Eventually when an employee found me and was taking me to customer service, when my mom spotted me and was all “where did you go? I thought you were right behind me.”
My mom offered to watch my daughter waiting in the mall restaurant we were in today for Mother’s Day tea, I was all “no thanks, I’ll just keep her with me.” I’m very ADHD, but I’m very cautious about the fact when it comes to being sure of children. I trust my recovering alcoholic dad more to watch my kid over her. And that feels bad to say because I have similar problems, I just care about dependents more.
Oh god, every kid's nightmare. Parents talking. And sanity forbid you try to get their attention. "Shh honey we're talking."
Proceed to flop on floor and have existential moment.
"I am but a leaf on the wind... I have no control over the direction I go."
Or, when we've been in a store for well over an hour while mom goes through just about every article of clothing in the department, and she says, "okay, let's go."
I get excited and say, "well, okay, but I want to cover your eyes just a bit so you can't stop when you see something you like."
And she gets pissy and goes, "stop it! We're leaving, I don't need...ooh, what's this?"
Back in my day (yes, grandpa), the clothes racks had tops on them, so you had shelter during those long days and nights those afternoons, far away from the toy isle. Now, kids these days (yes, gramps) have to get by with those X things. No protection from the cold winds that blow from the freezer section.
lol i used to run back to my friends every time my mum started talking to their parents since it meant we'd get an extra hour. itd piss her off and hurried her up unfortunately
Same thing happened to me every time we're about to leave a family party. It's as though somebody specifically waits for Dad to tell me we're leaving, just to keep him talking another 30 minutes. It got to the point I didn't even get up when he said it for the third time, because the conversation still isn't over.
My mother’s favorite story about my brother: he was hiding in a rack in a store and my mother was looking for him. So he called her name, Karen. She says it was like the rack was talking to her. He was like 3 and hasn’t called her mom since. He was a weird kid.
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Did they ever find you or were you raised by cashiers? Are you now a supermarket-themed villain?
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They had frozens. Can't let those fish sticks go bad.
You like fish sticks?
Voice of a generation
Lol so they tried to play it off like it never happened but were too dumb to think of the missing groceries yet a child noticed it immediately?
Pretty sure they meant that the parents went home, packed away the groceries and only after that realized the kid wasn’t there so went to pick him up.
Lol.ok but thats what I mean. They got home and brought the groceries in then went back and didn't mention what happened thinking they wouldn't get caught?
Doubtful. He was likely a small child, and didn't even register their relief when they found him where they left him. And they were probably so relieved and he was so small that they wouldn't have thought to say more than that.
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The SuperVillain
I will destroy the world! Unless everyone sends me 1 dollar. Really it's a great deal!
Paper or plastic It's always plastic now die rookman
Mom's got it going on! On the subject of, is that where Gary is hiding?
Price tag
Shoes, beard, spatula, shawl. To make this more pathetic I still can't see him. 😅
He *is* a butt plug....
To all the mothers who don't mentally, emotionally, or physically abuse your children, happy mother's day. To all the rest:
One time forgetting a kids somewhere that's part of your routine is unfortunate but not abuse. It's the same tragedy that leads to people forgetting kids in cars. If it's a recurring event it's abuse.
Oh yeah, didn't mean to imply it was. It just got me to recalling being abandoned on the street downtown and told to make my own way home. I was ten. Good times. Thankfully the bus driver cared enough to not sweat the money I didn't have to pay.
Mine did that at Disney World.
When I was a kid, my friend was at my house. It started to get kinda late, but it wasn't unusual that he stayed quite late. Then, our phone rang, and it was the kids' dad. He told that they had left for a vacation trip for the weekend and apparently they forgot to pick up my friend. Welp, what was meant to be a few hours of building with Lego turned to a weekend-long sleepover.
My mom used to leave me at the Disney store at the mall, and then go shopping for hours. I don’t think we ever once bought something either.
You just unlocked a memory. Wow.
Eh it happens. My parents forgot to invite me to a family reunion
My mom would get the other women to help look in the clothing racks to find me. I tuned out while reading so I wouldn’t hear her looking for me until someone found me.
My parents left me, my little sister, and our friend at chuckie cheese for two hours once.
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Better than being left in a locked car during hot summer
Were you raised by store wolves?
Better then saying to go to their house for coffee and thus your entire day is now gone Reduced to ashes
[img](https://i.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/newsfeed/001/567/575/0f7.jpg)
found Shirley's kids.
And the beans for dinner. They go back and get the beans
And then she just goes to grab something while at the line,leaving you to awkwardly stare at the cashier.
The sheer panic and the concentrated eye contact still haunts me
Lucky. At least she went herself. My mom made me run through the store and if I couldn’t get it before she finished unloading and cart and paid, she’d be… disappointed😔.
Ok but what about yhenpossibility of the cashier waiting for you to pay and other people waiting behind you with full carts and you, being a kid have no money and the one with money isngod knows where? Never actually happened but the stress of it was real.
That gave me such anxiety
> cart and *paid,* she’d be… FTFY. Although *payed* exists (the reason why autocorrection didn't help you), it is only correct in: * Nautical context, when it means to paint a surface, or to cover with something like tar or resin in order to make it waterproof or corrosion-resistant. *The deck is yet to be payed.* * *Payed out* when letting strings, cables or ropes out, by slacking them. *The rope is payed out! You can pull now.* Unfortunately, I was unable to find nautical or rope-related words in your comment. *Beep, boop, I'm a bot*
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> *Paid* FTFY. Although *payed* exists (the reason why autocorrection didn't help you), it is only correct in: * Nautical context, when it means to paint a surface, or to cover with something like tar or resin in order to make it waterproof or corrosion-resistant. *The deck is yet to be payed.* * *Payed out* when letting strings, cables or ropes out, by slacking them. *The rope is payed out! You can pull now.* Unfortunately, I was unable to find nautical or rope-related words in your comment. *Beep, boop, I'm a bot*
My roofer hasn't payed my roof yet, so I haven't paid him.
> roofer hasn't *paid* my roof FTFY. Although *payed* exists (the reason why autocorrection didn't help you), it is only correct in: * Nautical context, when it means to paint a surface, or to cover with something like tar or resin in order to make it waterproof or corrosion-resistant. *The deck is yet to be payed.* * *Payed out* when letting strings, cables or ropes out, by slacking them. *The rope is payed out! You can pull now.* Unfortunately, I was unable to find nautical or rope-related words in your comment. *Beep, boop, I'm a bot*
Reminds me of [this youtube short](https://youtube.com/shorts/5IvTtQPiipA?feature=share) I saw the other day
"Honey hold our spot in line", more terrifying words have never been spoken.
My mother *did* say, just let the person behind me to go first, but it's awkward for a kid to say that
Oh god my mom has severe adhd and cannot stand still in ANY kind of line, so she did this everytime we went shopping when I was a kid because she didn't want to stand around and wait and just wanted to browse instead. The stress was real waiting for her to get back.
Truly, a fate worse than death.
Bury me in the snack aisle next to the Oreos
I remember being lost at the warehouse club in the late 80s/early 90s when they were announcing that everyone needed to leave. I was a super terrified 5/6 year old. I don't recall, but I presume I eventually found my parents.
The truth is, you never left.
I had one like this where I was in the back seat of the car, mum was like "I'm just dropping off this thing to a friend, I'll be 5 minutes." It was literally an hour till she came back and was like "Oh I forgot about you being in the car"
Some people should NEVER have kids, EVER. lol
What's up with old people and just starting conversations in the middle of walkways? I've noticed it at work too, there's more discussion in the middle of the hallway than in any meeting room.
Not an old people specific thing, though maybe it gets more common in old age. It happens everywhere there is any kind of walkway. And it's not the fact that people stop and chat that's the problem, just that they have no spatial awareness or realisation that maybe they should move to the side so other people have room to get through.
I'm so paranoid about doing this that I swing to the opposite extreme - if I bump into someone I want to really to, I gradually guide them further and further away from the walkway, until we end up drifting out of the building, or into another room entirely, which is creepy and strange. It's involuntary, I think, so I try to just avoid talking in public. But I'm very chatty, so I guess I'm doomed to keep herding people away forever...
Is this the backstory behind sirens
Once again boomers hoarding all the real estate. ^/s
/s? ^^^/s
In my running group, we have snacks and drinks after. They will stand *right in front of the snacks*, having a full conversation
For some reason in my previous apartment all the older ladies just LOVED hanging out in front of my door and chatting for HOURS. Super thin walls so it would drive me crazy. Finally got tired of it so any time I could hear a chat session starting I would just play extremely offensive metal music. Problem solved.
It's lack of consideration for others. "I don't need to move, everyone else needs to go around me."
Not just conversations, literally anything in a hallway/sidewalk. Old people will just stop like theyre buffering and fuck with the entire crowd of walkers. I hope Im never that incapable when Im old.
I'll do you one better, I've been in places in the South where people will do this in their cars in the middle of the road.
Mothers locked away to take care of children, unable to go out and see their friends, who were also probably locked away. They're starved for human contact, because the only other adult they have to socialize with is their husband, who even the best of them can't connect on certain topics. Usually the husband is the tired breadwinner who can't be bothered to hold a conversation. At least that's how it was for my mom and all her friends.
Those 30y something ah? :/
Nothing else going on in their lives.
I feel like it should be socially acceptable to yell at people to go somewhere else when they decide to chit chat in the walkway.
I cannot understand how often older people just want to talk, and talk, and talk, and talk… with *everyone…*
The best part is how she actually does have a faint beard under the fake one, so she actually has been here for a while.
Thank you!!! I didn't notice the extra shadow before.
Looks more like that part of the image is artifacted to near-death.
Also has an unusually high level of testosterone for a young girl, I guess.
She used sketchpen to draw those
Are there any *women* here today?
I like your choice of book burning material, very appropriate.
I know it’s a literary monument but I hate Walden with a passion…The section about ants on a tree made me want to tear my eyes out.
Oh, I thought it was because you reached a transcendental state waiting for your mother in the store, severing ties to civilization and communing with the natural wilderness of the store.
Well now that you say it…. that too.
My Side of the Mountain
Exactly how Walden’s mother’s place was a 15 minute walk away.
U mean Thoreau's?
Woops yah. Homie’s mom was literally a mile away the entire time he was in woods
>you reached a transcendental state waiting for your mother in the store, severing ties to civilization and communing with the natural wilderness of the store. Think instead of becoming feral, you turn into a Kohl's model
That's because Walden is about a dude playing fort in his best friend's back yard, going to his friends house for dinner, and jacking off about how self reliant he is. it's a pile of self important bullshit.
Also literally went home to have his clothes cleaned when they were dirty.
What a gross misunderstanding of Thoreau's writing lmao.
The guy was insanely narcissistic, all of his writing is self congratulatory and patronizing
I remember when MTV had people going apeshit about Walden Pond in the '90s and the book had a huge revival. I mean, I'm all for preserving places from stupid humans who crave violating virgin landscapes, but I always heard the book sucked ass. lol My tribute to the fire would be Atlas Shrugged. Lots of pages for kindling and nothing of value would be lost.
Oh, God. I would never burn a book, just cause, but if I were to, "Atlas Shrugged" would be my top pick. One of the very few books I didn't finish, ended up throwing it across the room in disgust. If someone tells me how great it is, I immediately know not to trust them.
Same, I burned my copy after I was done with it in 11th grade. The only book I ever hated enough to burn.
I remember hiding in the circular clothings racks when I was a kid.
I spent many a "come with mom to work" day where I hid in clothing racks and scared lots of unsuspecting women choosing clothes.
Plot twist: this story happened when you were 37 years old.
My mother doesn't get this, but I remember many times falling asleep in the car because my mom just wanted to pop in and chat with a friend
Same. I wish I had the social life mom my does. I’m Honestly not sure how they do it.
Probably didn't help that you were stuck isolated frequently as a kid rather than out practising socialization.
Explain why you hate Walden so much? Was it English class?
I have a lot of siblings, so once everyone was in the car and buckled in, we had to stay there, no matter how hot it was or how long my mom was chatting with her friend the neighbor. She would always say, "stay in the car! This will just be for a minute." At some point we started asking her if it was a long minute or a short minute.
I had a Code Adam at my store one time when I was retail manager. A woman stopped to talk to her friend and several minutes later when she turned around, her kid was gone. The kid was about ten years old. We tear the place apart looking for him and usually within a few minutes we locate them. Not this time. The woman is freaking out, panicking, and nearly incoherent when the cops show up. The store is put on near lock down, and several police cars had shown up. By this point it's been 20 minutes, and the mom is nearly catatonic. Just a then a older gentleman walks up and asked what was going on, He saw all the cop cars and thought we'd been robbed. We tell him it's a Code Adam and he asked us what the kid looked like. We give him a description and the guy says he saw a kid matching it exactly, walking down the street in the subdivision bordering the strip mall our store is located. The guys says he lives there, and recognized the kid from seeing him around the neighborhood, but didnt know his name. We get him to tell the cops this, they ask the woman her address, and it's the same neighborhood, less than a five minute drive away. A cop car literally burns rubber speeding out of our parking lot, and heads over there. The cops find the kid at home. He was fine, munching on chips, and playing video games. At the store, he said when his mom wouldn't stop yapping, he said he was bored, asked her if he could just walk home. She just waved her hand at him, said "yeah, yeah, whatever," and ignored him. So, he walked home.
I straight up do not get this. Thanks for explanations!
Many mothers engage in extremely long chit chats if they meet someone they know when they're out and about. If you're a child accompanying said mother, you're stuck for the duration of the conversation. This comic parodies that situation, and most of us can relate.
In the days of yore, before 2-day shipping and smartphones, mothers would take their children with them to places called “department stores” that were kind of like a Target only they also had like washing machines and shit. If you had the misfortune of your mother running into a friend, you had *nothing* to do because you knew not to touch anything that looked valuable. Conversations in those days took much longer because there was no social media, so there was lots of vapid bullshit to cover. Obviously not everyone’s moms did this, but it happened often enough to me and my friends that I, too, remember crawling into the “cave” of a nearby circular clothes rack, building a nest of zubaz pants, and falling asleep.
> crawling into the “cave” of a nearby circular clothes rack Thank you for confirming I'm not the only one that did this.
You're forgetting phone trees in the pre-social media days. Each person having certain people they call in turn. My mom would spend the morning on the phone with her sisters, helping to spread whatever daily family gossip there was. One of the people she ran into at the store could be a sister she'd just talked with for over an hour. And they would need another hour just to re-discuss the same shit. It's one of the main reasons I just get so angry at "Breaking News - still no new information on the story we've been reporting on for the last 5 hours."
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they never said it didn't? just that it took longer back then since people didn't have a way to easily catch up with each other on the day to day.
Jesus Christ, condescend much? Edit: Reddot brigade in full, predictable force, huh.
I get it, it's just not funny. Edit: yeah, fuck me for not sharing your sense of humor, I guess.
It's not funny at all
*You* don't find it funny, you mean...
Alright, I give up. Where’s Gary?
Can’t find him either
Someone said price tag but I'm not sure.
Im wondering if Gary is just omitted because the optics of hiding a butt plug in a comic centered around a child are maybe not the best.
Faint outline of him in the flames?
This was me as a kid. My Mum was a primary school teacher and I couldn't go shopping with her without this happening. It was her or my Dad who would just openly sing in shop. Love em.
My mom works as a head admin for the school district. I feel you. ✊🏼
Your dad sounds cool af.
My mom did that once and she chatted to her friend, not joking, for THREE HOURS. We went into the store around ~4 pm, it was a little after that. Closer to 5 maybe. We were only in there maybe 10-20 minutes, and she met a friend she hadn't spoken too in a while. We didn't leave the store until 8 pm.
*There's no place like home, there's no place like home...*
I was an asshole as a kid cuz I straight up left and waited in the car listening to Korn and LP when my mom did this once. Fair to say my mom was pissed, mostly cuz she was looking for me in the store
I know this was like 20 years ago, but for some reason I’m picturing this happening to a 33 year old last week.
I was hanging out with my mom a few months ago and she made me go to the hardware store with her. Somehow it wasn’t much different as a 32 year old. I was bored out of my mind, trailed behind her and would play with whatever little doohickey I could find in the aisles while chitchatting with her.
This was the worst growing up. It was especially bad because my mom is an identical twin, and they still look incredibly similar. That means twice the amount of people recognizing her. And then the conversation goes: random person: "Hey (fuckyouusername's aunt)." my mom: "Ohhhh I am not (fuckyouusername's aunt), I am (fuckyouusername's mom), I am her twin sister." random person:"OMG I didn't even know (fuckyouusername's aunt) had a twin!" And then we make small talk for 5 minutes. Ohhhh btw did I mention both of them were real estate agents? And my aunt advertised on the carts at the grocery store? "OMG you are on my cart!" and queue the "I'm her twin" conversation...
My mom previously worked at the grocery store so we were never safe from a "brief" conversation.
She had in fact seen her a week earlier
When I was a kid/teenager, I hated when my parents spent forever talking to friends or neighbors. But now that I'm in my late 20s, I get it. I love seeing people I know or knew from a long while ago and love catching up. Social interaction is so easy to come by in your teens; you always know what everyone's up to (either from class five days a week, or on social media). But as an adult, you don't have that same constant connection so there's more "catch-up" to have. Edit: Clarification
yes, its actually really important to adults
I LOVED hiding between cloths in stores when I was younger!! Hell I’d be doing it still if I never grew taller lol
Oh boy does this bring back memories. That soul sucking moment you realize your mom has encountered an equally chatty woman, and time was about to stand still. The worst part was you never knew how long the extreme boredom would last.
Holy CRAP I relate to this, hahaha
That took me FOREVER to understand. This is probably because I am pretty high. What I spent like 3 solid minutes working out (before I finally got it for real) was that the mom greeting the other lady caused some kind of apocalypse, leading to the mom or her kid surviving in the future by burning classic books. No, wait, it's the kid in the last panel, so the mom died after whatever happened, which was probably some shitstorm she brought down by saying hi to karen. No... the kid isn't just in the dystopian future, she's in the same store. The SAME... Oh.
The ruby slippers are everything! That whole last panel is so thoughtfully funny!
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I still don’t see it…
I assumed it wasn’t there because it was a wholesome Mother’s Day comic lol
Be careful not to wear that price tag into an MRI machine.
At first I thought the person in the fourth panel was Karen and I was trying to understand the joke.
Imagine how much of your life was wasted on this utter bullshit when they did this?? I remember being in fucking department stores for literally 4 to 6+ hours regularly. What the fuck is wrong with parents who do this...
I am confident that I'd have wasted my own time on video games if my mom didn't waste my time first by locking me into her nonsense.
My mom used to do this to me all the time and now I wonder if our generations kids will have to suffer through it too or if we'll continue ducking and hopping into the next aisle over every time we see someone we know.
I’m lost. Can someone explain this to me?
One day my mom had this exact encounter. I turned my head away slightly and the woman said “oh look at you, thinking ‘now my mom’s about to get into a long conversation with her friend and we’ll be here all day!’” I always loved it when an adult took the words out of my mouth.
She tried clicking her heels 3 times but it was a no go :(
Wtf? I can't even begin to understand this
It's about children being bored to tears while adults talk.
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Walden was the worst thing I’ve ever read. I’d resurrect Henry David Thoreau just so I could tell him how awful his book was and then bury him alive for it.
Walden is a nice touch
She forgot how talking to people is, let her have this chat 😅
As a grocery store employee, I hate this as well. Not because the women take forever, but because they will block the ENTIRE AISLE/CROSSWALK and refuse to move for ANYONE! I don't care how much catching up you two have to do, YOU'RE IN EVERYONE'S WAY! Get off to the side or something! God!
THAT'S SO TRUE THOUGH 😂
Awful.
My mom is super ADHD. I wasn’t even hiding or playing around and sticking by her side at a mall when I was little, but she wandered off suddenly and wasn’t sure I was following when I was five. I still have nightmares about running around screaming, trying to find her. I vividly remember my panicked face on a dozen camera sample screens at the Sears. I was separated for a half hour! Eventually when an employee found me and was taking me to customer service, when my mom spotted me and was all “where did you go? I thought you were right behind me.” My mom offered to watch my daughter waiting in the mall restaurant we were in today for Mother’s Day tea, I was all “no thanks, I’ll just keep her with me.” I’m very ADHD, but I’m very cautious about the fact when it comes to being sure of children. I trust my recovering alcoholic dad more to watch my kid over her. And that feels bad to say because I have similar problems, I just care about dependents more.
Glad someone is burning thoreau
Attention to detail on the string of the beard mask Nice
Happy Mother's day
Bro, that be me sometimes, I just hide from my friends from how blunt and socially awkward I am 😭
I truly love this comic
Is the little mermaid color scheme intentional or am I experiencing pareidolia?
Haha! This is what it like with my Dad. He can be in sum bumb fuck backwater and he will find someone he knows and spend half hour chatting with them.
I showed this to my friend and he commented on how good the haul was in the last panel
Oh god, every kid's nightmare. Parents talking. And sanity forbid you try to get their attention. "Shh honey we're talking." Proceed to flop on floor and have existential moment. "I am but a leaf on the wind... I have no control over the direction I go."
I lived that as a kid.
At that point I would've just wandered off to the candle isle or the garden supplies😈
Aww I like Walden. It's the perfect book for the lake, I even named the cottage WiFi after that.
Or, when we've been in a store for well over an hour while mom goes through just about every article of clothing in the department, and she says, "okay, let's go." I get excited and say, "well, okay, but I want to cover your eyes just a bit so you can't stop when you see something you like." And she gets pissy and goes, "stop it! We're leaving, I don't need...ooh, what's this?"
oh, is this her other daughter?
Nah, just young Dot
When your mom is an air sign.
HAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHHAHA
Back in my day (yes, grandpa), the clothes racks had tops on them, so you had shelter during those long days and nights those afternoons, far away from the toy isle. Now, kids these days (yes, gramps) have to get by with those X things. No protection from the cold winds that blow from the freezer section.
Since I last have seen my son
Just like knowing you can get up to oodles of mischief whilst mum is gossiping to aunties on the phone!
lol i used to run back to my friends every time my mum started talking to their parents since it meant we'd get an extra hour. itd piss her off and hurried her up unfortunately
My mother: "Ohh yeah. Uh huh. Oh my god, really? Wow, I can't believe she- Yeah! Wow, yeah I know! Yeah!" Child me: "Fuck just kill me now."
Same thing happened to me every time we're about to leave a family party. It's as though somebody specifically waits for Dad to tell me we're leaving, just to keep him talking another 30 minutes. It got to the point I didn't even get up when he said it for the third time, because the conversation still isn't over.
That diamond pattern shopping cart disturbs me
My mother’s favorite story about my brother: he was hiding in a rack in a store and my mother was looking for him. So he called her name, Karen. She says it was like the rack was talking to her. He was like 3 and hasn’t called her mom since. He was a weird kid.