Do you want to go outside?

Mom and I were at Sam's Club, the wholesale warehouse she goes to in Arizona, instead of Costco. When we walked in, I was immediately mesmerized by big screen televisions on display, and wandered over to watch them, compare them and, if no one was looking, maybe even lick one of them.

I stood there for a bit, until my bladder told me, "Hey, yo, remember me? I'm still small," and I needed to find a toliet sooner than later.

After sooner was done, and later had come, I wandered back to the televisions and, more importantly, the electronics and photo processing part of the store. Mom wasn't there, so I wandered around a little more, looking for her.

When it became clear I wasn't going to find her quickly, and I had no clue where she would be, I decided to walk out to the car. She wouldn't leave without the car (couldn't?), so that was where I'd meet her.

I started walking out the door I had come in through 15 minutes before. A guy was standing next to the door, the one who had looked at Mom's club card as we came in the store. After I had passed him, and was halfway between the store exit and the carts exit 15 feet away, he asked me "Do you want to go outside?"

I turned vaguely in his direction as I continued walking out the doors, and answered, "Yes."

He responded quickly, and more loudly, "You can't go out these doors."

Slightly confused, and still concentrating on getting to the car, I replied, "Okay," as I stepped outside the second door.

"You have to go outside the other doors if you want to leave!" he called after me.

Standing outside, I turned to look at him. "Uh...." was all I could manage at that point.

"Thank you!" he called, in a not very pleased tone.

At that point I finally realized what had happened. Now, I can understand the club stores not wanting people to exit the wrong doors, to leave bag and cart checking to the Trained Professionals™. And I can understand the guy's annoyance, in retrospect. But, come on! Don't ask me, "Do you want to go outside?" if you're trying to 1. get my attention and 2. ask me to use a different door. I mean, hello? Yes, I want to go outside. Why else would I be walking out the door?