The other night I stopped into JoAnn Fabrics to snag another pack of black ric-rac. As it turned out, the size I needed (medium, not jumbo), had been bought out. When I made my way up to the counter with a couple other things, I was the only person in sight except the cashier, so I asked her if she had any reserve stashes stuck in a drawer or something. She happily took me over to look, and while we were gone on our fruitless mission, another woman came to the counter, and set her stuff down. At least she set down everything she could, but the life-size scarecrow she held at her side like a staff. Well, IÂ still needed to pay for the twill tape I was buying, so I had to walk up right behind her to finish my transaction. What I am saying is that it was just a touch closer than you would usually stand to a stranger in a store. She was unashamed. Unashamed, and stern. Stern, and standing cheek to cheek with a scarecrow. Then the conversation struck up.
Lady: “I saw you the other week.”
Lady: “At the resteraunt.”
Lady: “You have two little girls.”
Me: “Yes, we do.”
Lady (with a very poignant look at my belly): ” I was thinking about how close they are together.”
Me: “Yes, they are… And, what makes it all funnier is that this time we are having twins.”
Lady: “oh my GOSH.”
At this point, I was handed my bag and headed out of the store. The lady pivoted to watch me leave, turning the scarecrow to see me off, and said “well, good luck.”
I called out a cheerful “Thanks, we are really excited about it!”, and then tried very, very hard not to waddle.