Beep, beep, beep. Huh, was it I? I slopes and dangling then, embarrassed, with my tote bag between the larmdetektorerna in the entrance to the great elektronikbutiken that has januarirea.
The piper loud again and I'm forced to realize that it is I, or rather my kasses content – a cardboard box with the headphones that I paid upstairs – that sounds. That tour is also the receipt in the bag. I waving eagerly with it against the store employees who come forward, and gives her the box.
"Ah, they have forgotten to raise the alarm," she says, takes the box to a disk and doing something with it that I didn't see.
" please, have a nice day.
but satisfied with the to be innocent I go ahead with the daughter, who with calm and encouraging words, witnessed the event. After a short walk in the cold, snöregniga the weather we go into a clothing store. The alarm sounds even there, we note. Maybe someone else who bought something that is not avlarmats?
But when we go out again, it is clear that once again, it is my tote bag that will get it to beep loudly. Clearly for both of us, and all the others in the store. We have crates, a guard will come running. I show my cardboard box and my receipt from the electronics store. No visible alarm are, agree we. The guard pulls the box by larmdetektorerna, and yes, it is. We'll have to go.
"Oh, stuff like that happens all the time," says my daughter, comforting.
I still choose to wait outside the shops with my monsterlarmskartong during the continued shoppingrundan.
Malin Nordgren is the editor for the Inside and inherited a time a couple of almost new jeans by the neighbor. They got the alarms to beep on all of the town Åhlénsbutiker during his lifetime, and no one was ever on why.