Maybe Grouchy Miss M should stay home?
I stopped at the grocery store to pick up a few things for dinner. The socially inept bagboy (read: nerd) was like WOW, I bet you're ready to go any minute now!
Uh, yeah buddy, I'm in active labor and that's why I'm buying shrimp and canned tomatoes. Uh huh.
I looked him square in the eye, and said nicely, No, I still have another month, and smiled.
Stupid ass could NOT leave it alone.
Yeah well, you know most people get to the point where they're just TIRED of being pregnant, and it's so hot and uncomfortable and they're like get this baby out, yada yada, blah blah blah. By this point, the woman in line behind me has started asking me questions, so they're BOTH talking at the same time. I tell the lady, it's a boy, yes it's my first, congratulate her on her new grandbaby.
The bagboy is STILL talking about how miserable it is to be as pregnant as I am.
I look at him and I say, yeah, I bet you know all about it from experience, huh? I thought the cashier was going to hurt herself she was putting so much effort into not laughing. The bag boy is like, well, you'd think, based on my fat tummy (yes, a grown man said TUMMY) but I've never had a baby, but I've heard women talk, so I KNOW.
He's lucky I didn't chuck that can of tomatoes at him.
Uh, yeah buddy, I'm in active labor and that's why I'm buying shrimp and canned tomatoes. Uh huh.
I looked him square in the eye, and said nicely, No, I still have another month, and smiled.
Stupid ass could NOT leave it alone.
Yeah well, you know most people get to the point where they're just TIRED of being pregnant, and it's so hot and uncomfortable and they're like get this baby out, yada yada, blah blah blah. By this point, the woman in line behind me has started asking me questions, so they're BOTH talking at the same time. I tell the lady, it's a boy, yes it's my first, congratulate her on her new grandbaby.
The bagboy is STILL talking about how miserable it is to be as pregnant as I am.
I look at him and I say, yeah, I bet you know all about it from experience, huh? I thought the cashier was going to hurt herself she was putting so much effort into not laughing. The bag boy is like, well, you'd think, based on my fat tummy (yes, a grown man said TUMMY) but I've never had a baby, but I've heard women talk, so I KNOW.
He's lucky I didn't chuck that can of tomatoes at him.
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Miss M told you so @ 4:40 PM
4 Comments:
Yeah, I'd say you're at the "get this thing out of me already" stage. :)
LOL. Don't mean to laugh, but I've so been there.
No! I like him in there! He's sweet and quiet and doesn't pee, poop or puke on me! Also, the little stretches and bumps are soooo cute, and the hiccups are totally endearing. He's like, the best part of my day.
It's everyone/everything else! LOL!
You should have chucked the can of tomatoes at his head, then not only would he *know* what it is like to be pregnant, he's also know what it was like to have a gigantic welt on his fat head!
You should have hit him with the tamatoes and just blamed it on the baby.
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