Hoards of people milled around our outlet mall a few weekends ago looking for some back-to-school bargains.
It was tough to even find parking, and I realized that I wasn’t alone in putting off this shopping trip to the last minute.
It seemed like half of my state had the same idea.
Stores like Nike, Children’s Place and American Eagle beckoned us to come in and join the crowd that was looking for "just the right look."
With the shoppers, I braved the blinding patterns of preteen neons, the intoxicating, rubbery smell of new sneakers, and the crazy lines in the food court.
And all the while, I tried to be mindful of my budget.
But as I made my way through the Nike store with my kids, the pile of shoes, T-shirts and sweat pants in my son’s arms seemed to grow higher and higher with each bin we passed.
When we finally made it through the weaving checkout line to our cashier, my eyebrows must have raised up a couple of inches at the price.
That’s when the check out machine asked me the “question.”
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