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So, it seems if I'm not feeling well, people hate me. 
Here's three stories, the first one fun, the other two...HATE.
Story 1
The Scene: Wally World front restroom
The characters:
me=
lm=lady mom lady person
ld=lady daughter lady person
So, I'm sick (again) I have no clue why, I felt fine until we got halfway to the store, then all of a sudden GRAAAAAAAUUUUGHHHHHH! So hubby hits like...75mph to get me to the store so I'm not sick all over the car. I run to the bathroom, in my winter heels of course. As I'm waiting for my stomach to calm down, I hear the following:
lm="Oh, my gawd! I look horrible! Quick, can I borrow your comb?"
ld="Mo-ooom, you look fine!"
lm="My hair, it's so frizzy and messed up!"
ld= "It's fine, it doesn't look that bad!"
lm= "Then you are admitting it looks bad. Geez, at least be honest with me, I mean I want my daughter to be honest."
-At this point I was wishing I wasn't blecky so I could see this hair that wasn't so bad but yet was bad...oh well.-
ld="Mom, it's fine. Come on, we need to get our groceries and get home so dinner will be done for gramma's birthday!"
-Then they leave and I spend a relatively boring rest of bathroom visit. I did drop a pill and it fell on the other side of the door and an old lady said "Honey, don't take that pill." (duh?)
onto the next one
Story2
The scene: Wally Wold back restroom
The characters:
me=hewwo! I am here to stab yoooooo!
ob1=old biddy number 1
ob2=old biddy number 2
So, I decide that before we leave the store, I'll use the bathroom again, because hey, why not right? Make sure I'm feeling well enough for the trip home and all. I walk in and the only not-full stall is SUUUUUPER GROSSS so I wait. Well, these two older ladies get out at about the same time...and one of them immediately hobbles over to me and...
PUTS HER HAND ON MY BELLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ob1= "Oh hon, how far along are you?"
ob2= "Oh sweetie, I bet you're excited! Have you told your family yet?"
me= "Huh-wha? I'm not pregnant." *removes her hand from my belly*
ob1= "Of course you are. You are totally pregnant. Don't deny it."
me= "Nooooo...I'm not...I think I would know if I was. Which I'm not."
ob2= "You have the glow of a mommy-to-be."
Me= "That's because I have food poisoning." (well, I had it last week, so I figured by this point it just was that still. Or I'm intolerant of something else, whatever)
ob1= "But-but you look pregnant!"
*At this point I dash for the stall and lock myself inside, hoping they would leave me alone.*
ob2= "Maybe she's just really fat...but women don't get fat bellies unless they're mothers or pregnant!"
ob1= "It's probably morning sickness, not food poisoning. I had morning sickness midday, you know. My sister had it in the evening!"
They were still chatting by the door after I had finished and washed my hands. I made sure that I crackled my wrist extra gross (it hurt but it was sooooo worth it) when I put it back in the brace. They got all icky faced and let me out the door.
I ran over to where hubby was and bawled to him about it. It sucked enough that I was sick and feel bad about not being able to excercise, but they were so rude.
He reassured me all the way to the frozen food section, where I got my dinner and we left. Normally we wander and chat, but I didn't feel like it in case we ran into the biddies again.
Story3
The Scene: LC pizza shop
The characters:
hubbs=my husband, the bestest hubby in the world
cl=cashier lady who gives the pizzas.
ge=grr evil lady
Hubby goes in the store to get dinner for him, mum and dad. He has to wait because, while the three meat pizza was ready, they were still prepping the pepperoni ones because we were there at like 4:30 and the dinner rush isn't until 5.
So there was GE, in all her growliness, waiting while hubbs ordered...here's what he told me when he got out to the car.
hubbs= "one three meat and one pepperoni hot and ready please." *pays*
CL explains it to him, and then hands him the three meat pizza.
GE="Wait a minute! I have to wait and this guy comes in and gets his pizza before me! That's not fair!" GRRR GRRR GRRR!
cl= "He ordered a three meat. They were already done. Your pizza is almost ready.
GE="I shouldn't have to wait you gave him his before me!" Rawr rawr RAAAAARRRRR!
Hubbs= "Dude, chill. Your pizza is coming."
I waited in the car and as soon as this lady got her pizza, she literally STUCK HER TONGUE OUT AT HUBBS AND STRUTTED OUT THE DOOR! I gave her a "wtf lady?" look as she walked past our car, but she was all like "PIZZA NOMS ARE MINE!"
It was super funny the way hubby explained this to me...he was like gesturing and stuff all over the car.
Sure she sucked, but hey it's really funny to laugh about how that pizza was super important and stuff.
Here's three stories, the first one fun, the other two...HATE.
Story 1
The Scene: Wally World front restroom
The characters:
me=
lm=lady mom lady person
ld=lady daughter lady person
So, I'm sick (again) I have no clue why, I felt fine until we got halfway to the store, then all of a sudden GRAAAAAAAUUUUGHHHHHH! So hubby hits like...75mph to get me to the store so I'm not sick all over the car. I run to the bathroom, in my winter heels of course. As I'm waiting for my stomach to calm down, I hear the following:
lm="Oh, my gawd! I look horrible! Quick, can I borrow your comb?"
ld="Mo-ooom, you look fine!"
lm="My hair, it's so frizzy and messed up!"
ld= "It's fine, it doesn't look that bad!"
lm= "Then you are admitting it looks bad. Geez, at least be honest with me, I mean I want my daughter to be honest."
-At this point I was wishing I wasn't blecky so I could see this hair that wasn't so bad but yet was bad...oh well.-
ld="Mom, it's fine. Come on, we need to get our groceries and get home so dinner will be done for gramma's birthday!"
-Then they leave and I spend a relatively boring rest of bathroom visit. I did drop a pill and it fell on the other side of the door and an old lady said "Honey, don't take that pill." (duh?)
onto the next one
Story2
The scene: Wally Wold back restroom
The characters:
me=hewwo! I am here to stab yoooooo!
ob1=old biddy number 1
ob2=old biddy number 2
So, I decide that before we leave the store, I'll use the bathroom again, because hey, why not right? Make sure I'm feeling well enough for the trip home and all. I walk in and the only not-full stall is SUUUUUPER GROSSS so I wait. Well, these two older ladies get out at about the same time...and one of them immediately hobbles over to me and...
PUTS HER HAND ON MY BELLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ob1= "Oh hon, how far along are you?"
ob2= "Oh sweetie, I bet you're excited! Have you told your family yet?"
me= "Huh-wha? I'm not pregnant." *removes her hand from my belly*
ob1= "Of course you are. You are totally pregnant. Don't deny it."
me= "Nooooo...I'm not...I think I would know if I was. Which I'm not."
ob2= "You have the glow of a mommy-to-be."
Me= "That's because I have food poisoning." (well, I had it last week, so I figured by this point it just was that still. Or I'm intolerant of something else, whatever)
ob1= "But-but you look pregnant!"
*At this point I dash for the stall and lock myself inside, hoping they would leave me alone.*
ob2= "Maybe she's just really fat...but women don't get fat bellies unless they're mothers or pregnant!"
ob1= "It's probably morning sickness, not food poisoning. I had morning sickness midday, you know. My sister had it in the evening!"
They were still chatting by the door after I had finished and washed my hands. I made sure that I crackled my wrist extra gross (it hurt but it was sooooo worth it) when I put it back in the brace. They got all icky faced and let me out the door.
I ran over to where hubby was and bawled to him about it. It sucked enough that I was sick and feel bad about not being able to excercise, but they were so rude.
He reassured me all the way to the frozen food section, where I got my dinner and we left.
Normally we wander and chat, but I didn't feel like it in case we ran into the biddies again. Story3
The Scene: LC pizza shop
The characters:
hubbs=my husband, the bestest hubby in the world
cl=cashier lady who gives the pizzas.
ge=grr evil lady
Hubby goes in the store to get dinner for him, mum and dad. He has to wait because, while the three meat pizza was ready, they were still prepping the pepperoni ones because we were there at like 4:30 and the dinner rush isn't until 5.
So there was GE, in all her growliness, waiting while hubbs ordered...here's what he told me when he got out to the car.
hubbs= "one three meat and one pepperoni hot and ready please." *pays*
CL explains it to him, and then hands him the three meat pizza.
GE="Wait a minute! I have to wait and this guy comes in and gets his pizza before me! That's not fair!" GRRR GRRR GRRR!
cl= "He ordered a three meat. They were already done. Your pizza is almost ready.
GE="I shouldn't have to wait you gave him his before me!" Rawr rawr RAAAAARRRRR!
Hubbs= "Dude, chill. Your pizza is coming."
I waited in the car and as soon as this lady got her pizza, she literally STUCK HER TONGUE OUT AT HUBBS AND STRUTTED OUT THE DOOR! I gave her a "wtf lady?" look as she walked past our car, but she was all like "PIZZA NOMS ARE MINE!"
It was super funny the way hubby explained this to me...he was like gesturing and stuff all over the car.
Sure she sucked, but hey it's really funny to laugh about how that pizza was super important and stuff.
I'm not happy with the Zombie Mum.
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