My Mommy is a dinosaur

Hubby often says that when it comes to technology these days, he’s a bit of a dinosaur.
Imagine our surprise then to see a T-Rex in the aisles of the supermarket this morning happily going about her business with a shopping basket and a little girl in tow.
Hubby and I both did a double take, wondering what planet we were on, whether someone had put some wacky backy in the new box of teabags we’d opened this morning, or we’d got a hallucinative batch of meds.
It’s at times like this I wish I had my camera, so internet pictures will have to do.
Mrs Rex and her offspring made their way to the self-service checkout mainly because she wouldn’t fit anywhere else, and proceeded to scan her shopping. Her daughter was content to hang on to her ample hip, where I noticed there was a vent, so it must have been pretty hot in there.
The interesting thing was, no-one batted an eyelid or reacted in the slightest, not even a smile. On hearing us chuckling, she turned and we saw her grin through the transparent  panel in the neck.  It certainly made our day especially as it was a great way to ‘mask up’, though posed the question of how did she actually get there (drive??).