Incidents while shopping with your parents

[Cyanist]

For some inexplicable reason it was only ever my mom who embarrassed me while in public., but that would shorten this thread's range by a considerable amount (that's no fun )
I have quite a few tales on this subject, but I'm rawther tired just now. Anyone else wanna go first?

[Halie]

I embarrass my mum when we're out shopping, not the other way around . I start dancing and singing randomly in the isles if I'm in a really good mood and she pretends to not know me but I still do it lol.

[Yoko]

I don't usually care. I'm the ...Whatever type. I know what I want. I go in, and get out. THAT'S IT. I can also give advice on clothing, but I don't like lingering too often. I have better things to do.

[Michael Swayne]

My parents would try their best to embarrass me, but they rarely succeeded. If they started acting weird, I would act as if it was normal for them to be that way. The only time I would become embarrassed would be when my Mom would press all the "Try Me" buttons on the toys. When Tickle Me Elmo came out, Mom had 60 Elmos cracking up and laughing. Now that I think about it, I should have helped out because Elmo is cool.

[NikkiLinkle]

I don't shop with my parents. I shop on my own or online But just the thought of going shopping with MY mother, is an embarrassing thought. Hahaha. Yeah no thanks.

[Cyanist]

Aw, you've totally missed out on that aspect of life! I have mixed feelings of happiness and grim pity toward you.
And Now, The Tale:

In a small town (location classified) in California on a dark windy night my brother and mother entered a store (the company will not be disclosed) In the vitamin supplement aisle, the two stopped and stared at the bottles on the shelves. They were shopping for something to help my sister with her case of insomnia. Suddenly, my mother's tiny hand shot out and snatched a bottle from the shelf. a bottle entitled 'Man of iron' "This might help her!" she grinned.
My stoic brother, eying people close by, snaps: "She doesn't need that!"
Mom, in a clear loud tone, reads the ingredients with exaggerated scooby-doo voice impression: "Oh, Horny Goat Weed!"
The whole aisle cracks up, snorting into their carts and purses.
Oogh, the embarrassment!

[Unknown Entity]

Me and my mum embarrass each other, or rather, we just have fun. I don't see us being all that embarrassed, but my brother does so so easily haha. We sing and dance and joke about - screw everyone else going about their boring day. THEY should have a little fun too.

My mum almost forgot me once when we went out. I'd gone into another store, and when I called her when I'd left, she was in the car getting ready to drive home without me. ^^;

[kierandell1409]

I HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE shopping with my parents. The only time I'm forced to go with them is when I need new clothes. To minimise the damage, I just say the first thing they give me is fine, even if it's clearly cutting off circulation to my brain.

[Crescent]

I HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE shopping with my parents. The only time I'm forced to go with them is when I need new clothes. To minimise the damage, I just say the first thing they give me is fine, even if it's clearly cutting off circulation to my brain.

OMFG. I love it. EXACTLY how I feel. I HATE shopping. Even for videogames cause I can only afford a few n I want every one of them in the store (EXCEPT FFXIII) WAIT I could sell that shit on ebay...mm..yeh I HATE SHOPPING. BUT Going with my mum??!!!..Way to an early grave. That woman takes her sweet fkn time. When Im on the top floor jumping off looks rreaaal appealing to me. And dont get me started on the sales assistants at the clothing stores..ROFL Get over your stupid selves, your not saving livesXD

[Cyanist]

I HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE shopping with my parents. The only time I'm forced to go with them is when I need new clothes. To minimise the damage, I just say the first thing they give me is fine, even if it's clearly cutting off circulation to my brain.

Unfortunately for me, the first thing she picks is usually some flannel plaid thing that only a grouchy old man who's going hunting for Bigfoot would consider. Instead I spend two seconds trying to determine if she's joking before counting to ten because I know she's not, and then weakly saying "I... don't think so, mom."