I had to swing in to the supermarket (Loblaws, Superstore, Dominion or whatever you call it where you are – I see no need to withhold names here) yesterday and, after grabbing the necessaries, wended my way to the cash. I was in a hurry, so I steered around the crowded areas, which caused me to pass by the pharmacy and cosmetics section.
On the end of one of the rows was a basket of those little kits of garbage they do up for girls to make them think they’re wearing make-up, you know, the lip gloss, blush and nail polish and whatnot. For elementary school kids. But that’s another topic. What made me see red was what was written on the outside of the pink parcels.
“Too cute to do math.”
If I had had more time, I would have made a complaint. Or at least, done up my own sign:
“Too smart to buy lines like that.”
Where the hell do they get off with pushing crap like that in this day and age? More to the point, who in their right mind would buy it?
A good sign was that the bin was still full. If it’s still there this evening, I’ll make time to have words.
Addendum: As if the above wasn’t enough… You can get the t-shirt, too. It never ceases to amaze me what parents will pay to have their kids wear. I am now removing the soapbox to the basement for the day and restoring my bloodpressure to normal. Deep breath.