So, I'm in the grocery store today, minding my own business as I stroll the aisles when I come across a coloring book rack. Now, who doesn't like the mindlessness of coloring a preexisting picture? Well, I'm staring at them, disappointed that there weren't any good ones when I hear this southern drawl behind me.
"Do ya got bois or girls?"
I turn around to find this little, old black lady staring up at me curiously. I didn't think I heard her right the first time so I plaster on my standard I'm-an-idiot-who-can't-hear-worth-beans-and-will-most-likely-screw-up-your-order smile (the one I use at work all the time) and say, "Excuse me?"
So she repeats, "Do ya got bois or girls?"
I think, "Oh my, I'm only 23. I can't have kids now." and laugh slightly and tell her, "No, no I don't have kids right now."
She looks all shocked. "Ya don't got no kids?"
Awkward.... "No. Not yet."
What I leave unsaid is that I wanted a coloring book for myself. Now I'm disappointed that I don't have anything to color and have to do real-life stuff like the laundry.
1 comment:
What's your address - I'll smuggle you a coloring book and a box of crayolas :) There's nothing wrong with coloring - besides, just because we're old enough to have children doesn't mean that we can or should yet! Nosy ol' bat.
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