The 5-Cent Anti-Parent

I’d ruined years of my wife’s child-rearing–for only a nickle.  My two-year old son and I  were heading into the local K-Mart.  I can’t even remember what I was buying, probably something for my beat-up boat, but I’d brought Aidan along.  We were heading in to the store’s entrance when he saw the merry-go-round, one of those three-seaters. I put him on the donkey and congratulated myself on my parenting skills.  Aidan rocked back and forth, having a wonderful time.  I smiled at the joy that was about to happen.  I put the nickel in the box,; he lurched forward with the music and grabbed those painted ears tight.  His eyes widened, then a large grin came over his face as he rode the 4.5 laps around the little circle.  When it abruptly stopped he tried doing what we all do with a broken car or a stalled fairground pony; he rocked back and… Read More…

K-Mart Kharma: Cheapskates Beware!

Why wouldn’t I trust her?  We’d known one another for nearly a dozen minutes. “We’re out of the 39″ RCAs; but these ones have never been returned the whole time I’ve been manager here.” My son and I had pooled our money, bided our time and were now going to reap the benefits of our savings and patience.  The small northern Michigan town of Charlevoix was probably one of the few locations for a K-Mart I would dare enter the day after Thanksgiving. I figured even if the entire town was in the store at 10am, it still would have been less crowded than a metro Detroit mall on a regular weekend.  So as I stood in front of twenty flatscreens, with the same determined looking ignorance men generally save for arms-crossed stares under the hoods of stalled cars, my son gave me the benefits of his research.  LEDs vs…. Read More…