Reason #192: Because they give out free stickers.
This past weekend, I stood in line behind a woman and her little daughter. I wasn’t paying too much attention to them until I saw the cashier hand a strip of stickers over to the little girl. They looked sort of someecards-y with ye olde time vintage illustrations, minus the scandalous text.
I had to have it.
As the cashier rung up my flour and milk, I went back and forth in my mind about asking for stickers. I’m a 26-year-old woman, dammit! That’s like 20 years older than that girl. Aren’t my Lisa Frank days over? What was I going to stick them on, my taxes binder?
Who cares? I had to have it.
“May I please have some stickers too?” I asked sheepishly. The cashier obliged, without a shred of judgment (I would think).
I walked home with a big fat smile on my face, wondering what inanimate objects I could rebrand. Maybe my reusable lunch bag. It’d bring me back to the days of my (lavender, perfect) My Little Pony lunchbox during elementary school! My roommate can testify to how excited I was when I came through the door and proudly showed off my new stickers.
Sometimes it amazes me how easily pleased I am.