Part 1: In this part, Katie, Her Father, and Linda go shopping.
----Katie----
Shopping with any member of my family is almost always an adventure. It makes little difference what it is we're shopping for, or where we're going. The tomfoolery on the trip, or at the store, always ensures that the outing is never boring. We were now in the second half of July on a Sunday, and Dad decided to do grocery shopping today. Grocery shopping is something my family, (all...two of us,) do once a month.
I had spoken with Dad about wanting to get supplies for tying or being tied up with other then just duct tape all the time. He told me that he had actually considered it himself, and put a few items of note on his shopping list. (Hey, great minds do think alike.) I had also asked Linda for advice on what supplies to get, since this is something she has done before. Linda told us she knew what to look for, and therefore, she was joining us today.
The day was pleasant outside. It was sunny with a few clouds here and there. The temperature was hovering around the upper sixties, and maybe reaching the low seventies. Linda and I were seated in the back of Dad's huge pickup truck, as he drove down the road to the store. Linda was dressed in a pair of blue skinny jeans, a turquoise flutter sleeve blouse, and a pair of standard tennis shoes, which for her is pretty casual. Her hair was put in a half-up style.
As for my outfit, I decided to go with something a bit more sporty. I was wearing a gray polo shirt with short sleeves, and I paired it with a blue denim skort, black leggings, and white sneakers. Although I left my hair loose, I did have on a couple of silver barrettes to hold it back behind me.
Our first topic of discussion in the truck was on a staple item for tying people up. A little item we like to call rope.
“What kind of rope did you and Megan use?” I asked.
“Megan and I liked to use nylon personally,” Linda answered. “It's soft and comfortable, but very strong as well.” Dad then added his own input.
“I use nylon rope to tie things down in the truck bed, and it's been reliable for me,” He said. We both shrugged, and took it at that.
* * * *
We soon pulled up to the parking lot of our local Walmart. Dad managed to find a parking spot right up front, and we all got out. Once we were inside the store, Dad then grabbed a shopping cart. “Alright, so let's get thee uh...toy shopping out of the way first,” He said, and then looked at Linda. “Linda, you know what to look for, so you lead the way.”
Our first stop was the hardware section, as it was the most likely place we would find any rope. Sure enough, there it was.
“So, what kind are we looking for here?” I asked Linda, as I clasped my hands behind my back. A position I was starting to like more and more. Linda pondered through the available types of rope until she found the one she was looking for.
“Ah, here we go,” She chirped, holding up a package of diamond braided nylon rope. “This is the best kind I've found so far, as it's soft, smooth, and strong,” she explained.
“This is only fifty feet long though,” Dad said. “Is there any more?”
“There's a few more,” Linda said.
“Go ahead, and grab three more,” Dad suggested. Linda didn't need to be told twice. With the rope in the cart it was time to move on to the next set of materials: Gagging materials. We then made our way towards apparel.
“Hey Dad, was Mom ever gagged when she was tied up?” I asked, in a hushed voice, so people didn't overhear.
“I believe she was...once,” He said, in a shifty tone. I eyed him suspiciously. “She might have foolishly dared me to try,” He stated, with a snort. Linda and I laughed as well. We selected some bandanas, along with a few small, plain, cheap T-shirts, and some ankle high socks.
'What are those for?” I asked Linda, as the ankle socks didn't make sense to me.
“Stuffing,” She said, and gestured putting them into her mouth.
“Oh, that's a good idea,” I said. With that done it was time for us to get the actual groceries.
* * * *
The rest of the trip went as you could expect. Linda and I would branch out to fetch some things from time to time to make the trip go quicker. We were close to needing another cart, but thankfully, we were able to fit everything in just the one we had.
Soon enough we were standing in one of the lines at check out. I looked over at the express lane that was close by. You know, the X-amount of items or less lane? Someone had a cart in that lane clearly exceeding that amount. I just folded my arms in front of me, and shook my head when I saw it. The Cashier looked pretty depressed too.
“Excuse me Ma'am!” Dad then called to the lady behind the cart. Apparently he saw it too. “Are you a Math Major how can't read, or an English Major who can't do math?” He questioned, with a stern look while pointing at the sign. The Lady's face turned red. She then decided to leave the lane now that her little stunt was exposed. Linda and I just giggled at seeing this.
It took some time, but eventually it was our turn to get checked out-er, let me rephrase that. It was our turn for our groceries to get checked out. Linda and I were just standing off to the side while Dad watched over the proceedings.
“Uh, that's raw meat,” He said to the Cashier, in a matter-of-fact tone.
“Oh, I'm sorry,” She said. “I'm new here. I'm still learning.”
“That's alright,” Dad said. The cashier rang us up pretty quickly. Linda and I also helped by putting the bagged groceries into the cart again. We were also very watchful for the bag that had the ropes and socks in it, and claimed it for ourselves. Finally it was time for us to leave. Before we did however...
“Excuse me Sir,” The Cashier at the Express Lane said.
“Yes,” Dad answered.
“I just wanted to say that...you made my day,” She said, with a smile. Dad smiled back.
“My pleasure,” He said, and we left the store.
* * * *
We all helped at piling everything into the truck bed, and pulling the cover over it. The only bag that wasn't included was the one with the rope, and socks in it. Linda and I kept that one on the back seat with us.
Once we were on the road, Linda opened one of the rope packages just enough to pull a little bit out.
“Feel how soft this is Kate,” She said. I then ran my fingers through it. It felt very luxurious. I couldn't wait to try it out.
“This feels wonderful,” I said, and we both giggled.
“Hey Dude,” We then heard Dad say. He must have gotten a call on his blue tooth speaker given the fact that neither Linda or I are dudes. “How soon?...Okay, we'll be back before you get there.”
“Who was it?” I asked, once I was sure the call was over.
“That was your Uncle Robert,” Dad said.
“Uncle Robert's coming over?” I asked.
“Yeah, we're doing some computer stuff,” Dad said.
“By the way Linda,” I said, now turning back to her. “Have you met my Uncle Robert yet?” I asked. Linda looked thoughtful for a moment, and then shook her head.
“I can't say I have,” Linda said. I smiled at her.
“You'll like him. He's a prince,” Dad said.
“What can you tell me about him?” Linda asked.
“He used to be a frog,” Dad sneered, which made Linda and me chuckle. “Just remember two things Linda. One: He is indiscriminate. Two: He never lets an opportunity to make fun at someone else's expense go by,” Dad explained.
“Sounds like a real charmer,” Linda said, with a perky smile. I grinned back at her.
“That's my little brother for you,” Dad said. I snorted.
“Little?” I questioned.
“Of course I use the term little very loosely,” Dad said. Linda looked at me as if hoping I would provide an answer. I shook my head no. I wasn't going to spoil this for her.