I don’t exaggerate when I say I spend most of my free time at Target. I’m sure you can all relate. Cheap diapers, essential food items, cute toddler clothes, the works. And sometimes it seems to be second nature to move through the aisles, knowing exactly which staple items I will be purchasing that day, and that if I forget something, well, I’ll probably be back tomorrow anyway.
daily weekly Target run yesterday, I had made it through unscathed. No real tantrums, no forgotten items, a win on my part. And as I walked to the car, numerous ladies started yelling to me. “ma’am” “miss?” “excuse me!” I look in all directions wondering what I could possibly be doing to attract that much attention.
When a woman ran up to me and pointed back to traffic gathering behind me. And a full box of diapers left in my tracks. I shout in every direction “Thank you!” and rush to gather the lost box. That same woman then felt the need to say “You walked right into those diapers and continued to push them until they scooted away, then you walked right by them. I have no idea how you missed it.”
My response? A giggle and a polite “I’m oblivious these days!”
What I wanted to respond? “Lady, you try being 8 weeks pregnant, feeling like you’re going to barf, a half hour passed lunch time, lugging along a 1 year-old, while you have to pee. See what you notice.”
Fa-la-la-la-la lady. You’re lucky I wasn’t feeling too bitchy at that moment. Never mess with a pregnant lady.