You're Going In Now
I’ve got something unusual to tell you about this time. I hinted to someone recently about this and that it would be intriguing.
The last article I wrote about my Aunt didn’t go over very well. Not many people viewed it. It was one of the lowest articles I’ve ever written. I don’t know why. Maybe no one was interested. Hopefully, this one will go over a little better.
This is from the files of the strange things that happened to me with my late Aunt S.
I told you there were some humdingers. This story was unbelievable and if it hadn’t happened to me I wouldn’t have believed it myself.
You can’t make this stuff up!
I had just turned 21 years old. Everyone knows that when you turn 21, certain things are now accessible to you.
My Aunt took me and my cousin’s daughter K out shopping. She liked to go through the stores and look at everything. Sometimes we would go to garage sales. When we went shopping, I usually held K in my arms. She was probably three years old at the time. I remember going to Pier 1 Imports once. K always wanted me to hold her. Lucky me to be included! The only problem with that was that I felt like a babysitter. My Aunt S would never carry her. It was always my job. This left me not having a good time because I couldn’t really look at anything. I was always jockeying to hold her. She would start to slip out of my arms and I would have to re-adjust to make sure I didn’t drop her.
And I like shopping! I know most men probably don’t like to shop. They’d rather be out golfing or playing some sports. Some stores like Bealls have chairs in the front of the store for the guys to sit while their wives or girlfriends shop. They must know that some guys don’t like to shop.
On this particular day, we had been out shopping early at the garage sales. I was in the backseat and K was in the front seat in her car seat. We were traveling down A1A in one of the cities north of where they lived.
She didn’t say we were stopping anywhere at the time. Suddenly, she turned into a business. It was on the west side of the road. It was a liquor store that sold beer and wine. The store was named ABC Liquors at the time. It is now called ABC Fine Wine & Spirits.
As the car came to a stop in the parking spot, she didn’t say anything at first, so I talked first.
Here is the conversation:
Me: “I’ll just wait in the car.”
Aunt S: “No. You’re coming in to the store. You’re going to make your first purchase of beer.”
Me: “I’m not going in there.”
Aunt S: “You’re going in!”
Me: “I am NOT going to do that.”
She wouldn’t take no for an answer. But I held my ground and I did not get out of the car.
I think she was upset. She got out of the car and took K into the store with her.
I was NOT going to let my Aunt make me purchase alcohol.
For The Record
I have never purchased beer or wine. I don’t drink. I have no interest in it.
Why did she think it was her place to make me purchase my first beer? She never asked me whether I was interested in alcohol. Again, how about getting to know me so you know my likes and wants.
We think we are the only ones who have strange or different relatives. I’m sure I’m not the only one who has come across things like this. I just don’t read about it. Or maybe other people are not as brave as me to tell these ugly incidents.
If you’ve had things like this happen, I’m here to tell you that you are not alone.
Until next time, happy reading.
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