Apparently, this particular store wants every possible bit of information just short of your SSN when you purchase something there. Every time she asked for another piece of info, I would answer her, then go back to searching through my purse. When she'd ask for something else -- phone number, email, due date, mailing address, etc. -- I would quickly answer, then go back to what I was doing. I didn't expect this to last as long as it did! When she got to my address, I was surprised to hear that she already had one on file. I've never bought anything from this store before...ever. Minus the few things I bought at Old Navy and Ross while preggo with Liv, the rest are hand-me-downs from my sister, Jen. So for her to have an address under my name, I couldn't help but ask what address she had. As it turns out, she had my parents' address in Indy. Weird! I would have never given that as my address. Heck, I can't even remember it off-hand when I'm mailing them a card -- let alone give it to a store while purchasing some clothes! Oh well, anyways...I said that must've been from a LONG time ago so we updated it. Her next question was what threw me off -- well...not the question, but how she handled my answer...
She asked me in a very loud, excited voice..."So, is this your FIRST?!?!"
***Let me just say that I HATE that question with a passion. People don't really want to hear the answer. When I say, "No, we've lost three." It kills the conversation. Yet, I can't simply just say, "No," by itself, or it would lead to more questions about my other kids, etc. I just hate it.***
After she asked that question...I paused, looked at her, and nicely said, "Um...hopefully our first healthy one." I left it at that and continued to look at the little credit card screen to sign my name. As I started to look down, she started laughing...hard -- as if I was a stand-up comedian and I had just told the most hilarious joke of the night. I stopped what I was doing, looked up at her and just thought, "How is that even funny?" I don't know what kind of response I expected out of that, but it sure wasn't a laugh. Maybe an awkward silence or just an, "oh, ok..." and we'd move on -- I had no interest in carrying on a conversation with her, but I was nicely answering her questions as they were asked. As she continued to laugh with a cheesy grin on her face, I grabbed my bag and left.
Maybe I was just super sensitive, but that was really disturbing to me on many levels. Why a laugh? What kind of response is that? Even if that wasn't implying previous loss, would you laugh at the hope of having a healthy kid?
Oh well. After dealing with that annoyance, I went to Target to run the rest of my errands and headed home. While I was there, I couldn't help but grab some clearance Peanut M&M's. I didn't think they would be such a weakness, but man...I can't put the bag down! At least one good thing came from that little shopping trip...
Does anyone else think of the scene in Tommy Boy when eating M&M's?