Never stops hurting
In the check out line at Wal.Mart earlier:
Cashier: (looking at Evan) "Is he your only child?"
Me: "No, I have a 4 month old at home." (I continue trying to put my bags back into the cart)
Cashier: "Aww a little one! Boy or girl?"
Me: "Girl." (keeping my answer short)
Cashier: "Well that's perfect. A boy and a girl, you don't need anymore."
Yeah, perfect.
posted by Julie @ 2:29 PM
6 comments
6 Comments:
Bloody hell. I continue to be amazed at our society's idle need for chitchat. Because it never ends well for we the bereaved. I bet widows get the same kind of crap all the time, too.
Though our other children bring joy to a sorrowful soul, it is not perfect. Not by a long shot.
How true. It never does stop hurting.
"You don't need anymore"?? WTF??
Your children are not a pair of runners! People say the most odd things.
Hugs
xxx
Hmmm. I guess if I was having a bad day I would have just said, "No." But some people wouldn't even take that as a hint to shut the f up.
No it doesn't stop hurting. I've tried to redeem the hurt by avoiding inflicting it on other folks in their sore spots.
sheesh. yeah, whatever, cashier lady.
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