> AustinMom Wrote:
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> > I've never specifically seen anything referring to
> > not having a pet with you
THEN shopgal Wrote:
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> This is from the shopper guidelines: "Go alone!
> Don’t bring children, babies, pets, spouses,
> friends, anyone! Even if they are just riding in
> the car with you or meeting you in the dining room
> after you’ve ordered, your shop will be
> invalidated and you will not be paid if you are
> not alone."
AHA!!! I *thought* I'd remembered that pets might be a part of that list! Thanks, ShopGal.
On this topic... on the longer out-of-town routes, I often have my Dad come along. One of us drives, the other reads the maps. Sometimes we change up who does what. I like when he drives as I complete shop notes, and even photograph receipts to save time. I also enjoy the company, although sometimes I do like going alone if it's a town I'm well familiar with.
Anyway. A couple of these routes have had this particular dining establishment in them. I always drop Dad off at a nearby store, then drive to the location and do the shop. Then I pick him up again after. There's almost always somewhere nearby he can go that is interesting to him.
Except... three or four times now he's found his way to where he's not supposed to be!
Once I left him at nice park with benches & trees, located on a community college campus. Some fellow got into conversation with him, and Dad goes and says that his daughter dropped him off there so she can go to (shop). So the guy gives him a ride to the lot! Dad says he couldn't talk him out of it. Fortunately, I had just finished both portions of the shop and was just about to go and get him.
Another time, I leave him at a Goodwill nearby. He loves places like that. I do the dine-in part first, and then when I'm in the car, waiting in line at the drive-thru, there goes Dad on his way into the restaurant. He looks over to make sure I see him, so I don't go looking for him at the Goodwill. I give a slight nod, but try to look like I don't see him. He calls over, "Just going in to use the can!" I think, "Oh, dear LORD!" If asked I'll just say I don't know the crazy man in the parking lot. I was never asked.
There was one other time, too... but I forget the specifics. Then once my sister sees me heading to one, but thankfully she's heading out and leaving. Then another time my brother, who does a lot of his travels on foot, spots me in the parking lot and heads over. Sheesh! At least I'd just finished both portions again.
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