My mom and I had decided to go shopping at the mall one Saturday. We made a deal with each other that I would go to the stores she wanted to go to, if she would go to the ones I wanted to go to. This usually works out well as long as my patience for her slowness holds out.
She loves to look at clothing and can spend hours doing just that. It takes me all of a few minutes to walk past them and tell from ten feet away whether I like something enough or not to go and examine it further. She has to touch every article of clothing, pick it up and look at it, maybe even carry it around, only to put it back later.
After going in and out of several clothing stores, and home decorating stores, I needed a change of scenery.
“Let’s go to the pet store!” I said to mom knowing that this was one of her least favorite stores.
She frowned, but complied because of our deal mentioned earlier, and as usual, was way behind me as I entered the store ahead of her.
I gazed at the display of puppies as I entered and headed on towards the back to the more exotic pets. Up ahead I could see a large green palm tree and several other plants making their temporary home look more like their natural habitat.
There were several people and kids of all ages in the store that day and a maze of cages and pet toys to meander around. Somewhere in the midst of my journey through the middle of the store, I paused to see how far back mom was. I had just turned my head and noticed that she was just getting to the puppies I had passed what seemed like ages ago, when to my right I heard a noise that would have woke the dead…..
I must have jumped five feet in the air. It was a big green Macaw and it was less than inches away from my right ear. I hadn’t noticed it because it’s feathers blended right in with the palm leaves.
My first initial thought, as it squawked, was that I would end up like Vincent Van-Gogh. It was so loud and startled me so bad that it must have taken me a couple of seconds to be able to move again, because as I regained consciousness, everyone was staring at me laughing.
Mom, who knows I hate being embarrassed, and who had seen the whole thing, was standing in the middle of the store with her hands over her mouth and nose giggling.
With my heart rate finally returning to normal, I swallowed my pride, began laughing myself, and continued on looking as if it were nothing.
From now on, I will pay close attention to what’s directly around me!