Brent and I made a list for a few mid-week items we needed that somehow got left off of our weekly grocery trip. I decided to go on my own tonight for the first time since the summer started. I know, I'm spoiled. He's a great hubby! I quickly missed him due to these two strange men who made a point to talk to me. Both incidences happened within 5-7 minutes of walking into the front door.
First, as I walked in and searched for the right buggy, a one tall, lanky guy who looked like he was lost stared at my humongous belly and said, "Wow! You're ready to go, aren't you?" How do you react to that?
Second I needed toilet paper. You need to know that I was wearing khaki shorts and Brent's Bengals t-shirt. I never wear any type of team shirts. Ever. Except this afternoon. As I was choosing the softest possible tissue, hoping it will meet Brent's approval rating, I see a man walking down the aisle with his wife. The man looks me in the eyes, without any greeting what so ever, and says, "Who Dey!" Now, if I were a Bengals fanatic, I might have something to say. But again, how do I react?
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