A Trip to Costco

I ran screaming "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" to my father while he browsed through rows of inventory. He turned his head at my direction as i ran to him to show him something.

"I want this. Can I have it?" I asked very politely. He was shaking his head with a frown as I asked him, he had said no. I wondered why as I put the blue card back, or so I had wanted everyone to think. I peeked around to see if anyone was watching, I pulled a rectangle shaped wallet. Slowly I hid the blue card in one of the pockets of the wallet, sneakily turning around often. My father turned around and looked for me, I waved my hand in the air so that he would see me. He came with the orange cart-that looked like it had holes in it-full of items. He held my hand as we walked to the cashier. They scanned the items rhythmically as i followed with my head.

I followed the items as the cashier beeped all of them, she had reach the end of the conveyor belt. My father pulled out his own wallet and packed up the items. We arrived at home, I sighed of relief that we would never be able to make it out. Gradually I started to feel guilty, and soon showed my family what I had stole.

"Oh honey, you can't even use that." Said my father. I tilted my head to the right a bit, and wondered what he meant.

"You have to activate that at the cashier." He said laughing. I had thought that I could use it like a credit card or something. But I realized that I just stole something, and I learned my lesson. Also at the end, I ended up throwing it away, it was of no use to me after I learned I had to activate it.