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Yesterday, as the girls and I were wrapping up a quick grocery run to our neighborhood Cermak, a woman absolutely astounded me with an Out Of Left Field, You Said What kinda comment.
(Nothing should surprise me anymore. But it still does.)
Here’s the scene: Me, clutching a bag of various produce and various meats, and The Girls, sitting quietly in their double stroller. Susannah was sucking her thumb and snuggling her monkey. Nora was contemplating the Velcro on her shoe.
Not a peep out of any one of us.
As we made our way through the checkout line (because, yes, I happen to possess a killer double stroller that fits through single doors and ramps and checkout lines), the lady working the register gave me a triple-take.
“No more babies for YOU!”
Say- wha? Really? Why? What? Did something just occur that should’ve made me regret all of my life decisions? (I hate when I miss those.)
I didn’t even answer. I just smiled. The girls continued to not do anything loud and/or offensive.
The woman went on to say how hard my day must be, and how crazy it is to have so many babies! (Because apparently, two kids spaced two years apart is the new Duggar.)
I was then informed that she had had her kids in her teens. When she had more energy. (Can you imagine if I had commented on my choices versus her high school pregnancies?)
All the while I kept smiling, occasionally saying something inane like “We have a good time,” and “Oh, yes- energy.” Because I am a polite person. I hate confrontation. And this woman was clearly bananasauce.
At the end of this exchange, the shoe that Nora had been playing with fell from the stroller. The woman gave me a look, as if to say “You see?”
I thanked her for double-bagging the watermelon half we had purchased. Carefully placed the rest of the groceries underneath the stroller. And replaced Nora’s shoe.
As we left, I saw the woman shaking her head in disbelief and/or pity. I could only imagine what was going through her head; this poor, ancient, exhausted woman and her two squalling she-demons, slogging their way through the misery of an endless Wednesday.
Maybe they’ll take up a collection.
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