Celebrating Thanksgiving overseas is an odd experience. Because it's an American holiday daily life here in Europe goes on as normal. There's no waking up and watching the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. No.. here kids go to school, people go to work, and people act like it's just a normal Thursday.
With so much going on I decided not to stress out. This Thanksgiving we'd trade our turkey for a nice rotisserie chicken from my local grocery store. I chose instead to do some fancy side dishes to make the meal special. Plus with my Betty Crocker Easy Bake oven there was just no way I'd be able to fit a turkey into my stove.
So off I went to Carrefour (it's like a mega Target) to buy my juicy chickens. Everything was going great until I checked out. At the checkout they have these security devices that you must go through. When I went through the security device to pay the alarm went off. For a second I thought I was at the airport and thought a guy was going to come and wave a wand at my body. But that didn't happen. The cashier said something to me in French and stared at my purse. Even though I feel like I've been taking French lessons forever I wasn't quite sure what she said. So I opened my purse and gave it to her. The cashier gave it a quick glance and motioned me to go through the security device again. The alarm goes off again. At this point I'm laughing because I think it's sort of funny how this is all happening at the grocery checkout. This time I decide to take my jacket off and set it down near the register. Once again the alarm goes off. Now I'm really laughing.
The cashier begins to tell me something else but this time I pick up on one word... "Chaussure".
Great, I know what Chaussure means! Shoes!
As I take my shoes off I'm thinking how crazy this is and start laughing some more. The cashier takes my shoes and waves them through the security device but this time no alarms goes off. Nothing. At this point there is a huge long line forming whereas a few seconds ago I was the only person in line. I'm convinced they're watching every move this crazy American makes. Like I'm going to run out of the store with Lil' C in one hand and my rotisserie chickens in the other. lol!
I look at the cashier and shrug my shoulders and give her this look that says, "I don't know what to do now." So she calls the security guard!
The security guard walks over & begins speaking to me in French. I have no idea what he's saying but he's saying lots of things because he just continues to go on and on despite the blank look on my face.
So I tell him in French "I don't speak French, do you speak English?" And he says, "yes"! Thank goodness.
I give him a big smile and he says, "One moment, please" and leaves.
The line at the register is now getting longer. You think the cashier would let me pay or maybe void the transaction so she can continue to help people. Nope, she just sat on her little chair (here in Belgium and many parts of Europe cashiers sit down while they check you out) and watched.
Once the security guard came back he asked me, "Where did you buy your pants? Did you buy them here?"
I'm thinking, "Oh, my god is he going to ask me to take my pants off right here!! I mean this is Europe and nudity isn't an issue at all. These people don't care if they see me in my underwears at the checkout stand."
Very seriously I reply, "No, I bought my pants in the United States."
Lil' C is clueless to the situation and doesn't realize his Mommy may be strip searched at any moment. Nope, he just continues to spin in circles at end of the register.
As the security guard is waiting to respond I'm already thinking about my escape plan... grab Lil' C's hand, forget the damn Thanksgiving chicken and run for my life. Luckily, I didn't have to test out my plan because the security guard says, "Ok, you can go." Whew!
I grabbed my purse to pay and a Belgian man behind me says in perfect English, "That was ridiculous. They thought you were stealing. You shouldn't have had to take anything off."
I smile and for a second think about asking him where he was when I needed help translating but instead I tell him, "That's ok, I'm used to all the security. It's like being at the airport." In my opinion it was better for me to cooperate. I think if I would have refused to take anything off I would have looked guilty. I didn't have anything to hide.
When I got home I told Gio how she really missed out on an adventure. I'm sure if she had been with me we would have resembled Lucy and Ethel in one of their crazy "I love Lucy" moments.