Going grocery shopping before a snow storm is never a good idea. But then when the snow storm hits and you don’t run out of Cheez-Its, it was worth it.
Baby Bop and I make our way through the store. She grabs anything. I try to be a little more discriminating. The mid-weekday grocery crowd is slow-moving. There are several people pushing around oxygen tanks.
One lady checking out has eight loaves of white bread and that’s it. She must be doing snow storm shopping for the ducks.
I start chatting with a pregnant woman. There’s a pet carrier in the cart. She tells me,
“I just got this puppy!”
“Adorable!” ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!
I screamed that in my head, but maybe it was also plastered on my face, because she adds,
“I’m due in 7 weeks, so maybe it was a mistake.”
Baby Bop is wearing pink and blue. I like all colors, but I especially like pink. Baby Bop’s blue eyes look good with blue. And so attired we head for the yogurt aisle. I’m bent over examining the selection. A woman raises her voice at me,
“Is that a boy or a girl?”
“Excuse me?” Why does this lady sound aggressive? She continues in a scolding tone,
“I can’t tell if your baby is a boy or a girl because of the pink and blue.”
I’m sorry she’s not wearing a t-shirt that says “I have a vagina.”