On Halloween, Shopping With My Parents, or Why I'm Grateful For The Apparent Laxity Of JC Penny's Holiday Employee Dress Code

Dad and Kat stand at a register. Kat requests the large "on hold" bag that her mother asked the desk to hold earlier, until Dad could show up with the credit cards.

Dad: So all of this happened when you guys just came in for bath towels?
Kat: Well, yeah. Mom wanted to look at some sweaters too, and everything in the women's department ended up being like, half off if you bought it before 1.
Dad: Uh-huh.
Kat: Come on, it's all stuff we're going to need anyway. And Mom is genetically programmed to buy anything with the word "doorbuster" on its tag. It's not her fault.
Dad: Yeah. Sure. What's this? [holding up pencil skirt that Kat picked out earlier] This doesn't look like a towel.
Kat: Well, it has a nice lining. Possibly even moisture-wicking.*
Dad: Is this what I get for guilt-tripping you to come home and visit this weekend?
Kat: Yah. And don't push me. I'll tell mom that she should get Andrew's pants in three more colors.
Batgirl: [voice low and breathy, returning credit card with a fully gauntleted hand] Would you like the receipt in the bag or with you?
Dad: In the bag's fine, thanks.
Kat: We should probably drop all of this stuff off at the car before we go pick up what we left behind the "bed and bath" register. You're going to need two hands.


*Further research proves conclusively that this, unfortunately, is not the case.