I went to some healthfood store with mom and peter. He and I went in while mom parked the car. He was supposed to be getting a haircut, so Iwondered around to see if there was any food I wanted to pick up. There were few aisles, the pace was preety open spaced. The walls went way high up though. I grabbed a plain soymilck, though I was looking for chocolate and a fresh samantha. They had neither. I also grabbed a two-piece broom somewhere off a shelf. Peter didn’t go to get his hair cut until mom came in, and we wondered around together. A voice over an intercom started requesting that some guy came to the ront desk regarding articles in his locker. Repeating the message, the voice mentioned that tit was a revolver, and then went into great detail talking about it. I commented that it was scarier thinking that thins guy knew so much about it, and that the guy he was paging probably kept it to enjoy his right to bear arms… incase he ever felt the urge to shoot an aluminum can.
Peter came back, and I had to pay for my stuff, I walked up to the register and started joking around with the guy ringing my stuff up, which was pretty fun and enjoyed by all.