Produce Bag Ties

Taking my son to the market is no fun, but I have to. He's almost 15 and he needs to learn to shop. He wants to push the cart, but refuses to drive as though it were anything but a bumper car ride. He doesn't like to wait while I look and compare. He ALWAYS picks up a handful of bread or produce ties and balls them up. I find them, frazzled, sometimes stripped of most of their paper covering, rusted and frayed in a ball in the dryer. They look like a tiny bunch of barbed wire in the aftermath of a nuclear blast. Normally, beyond obtaining them and destroying them, he keeps them in his pocket and never thinks of them again. But not to get them is impossible. I don't think he's ever left the store without a tie-ball.

He loves the self check aisles. I hate them. He's good at comparison shopping but not so good at thinking about what he needs other than the exact items we came to the store for. Occasionally, he'll ask for some Humus. He always asks for sushi - and Coke - oh and cheese, bagels and butter.