Northern Exposure

I hadn't planned to post about this little happening until my mother cackled so hard when I told her that I decided you peeps might get a kick out of it, too. So, here goes.

Two days ago, I made a run to Tar-jay during a window when Baby Girl was supposed to be sleeping. I'd purchased a large, glass picture frame for my husband's office so he could rotate several of the thousands of pictures we have on hand these days. Only problem: the large frame wasn't large enough. I needed to return it for the ginormous one.

So I headed into Tar-jay with Baby Girl in her stroller (pacifier firmly in mouth). I knew all I needed to take care of was the frame, so I didn't bother with a cart. I just held the very heavy frame with one hand and pushed the cart with the other, and made my way through the store. It all seemed to be going well--until I made it up to the four-person line at the return counter with both the large and the ginormous frames weighing down the right side of my body. 

That's when Baby Girl decided to wake up--loudly.

I proceeded to push the stroller back and forth with my free left hand (pausing every now and then to shove the rejected paci back into her mouth) while the frames still weighed down my right side. It didn't help. My beloved infant continued to wail, and the people in front of me in line started to turn around and check out the sitch-i-a-tion.

One gentleman was purchasing a large baby item, so I thought I noticed a hint of sympathy in his eyes. Two other women seemed more curious than sympathetic--odd (and, hey--whatever happened to letting the mother with the screaming infant cut to the front of the line?).

When I finally made it to the cash register--sweating profusely by that point; right arm shaking from the weight of the frames--it seemed like the male employee at the register was weirdly avoiding direct eye contact. Odd--yet again. But dudes get squirmy around screaming babes, right? Ri-hiiiight.

That's about the point I had to dig into my bag to find my wallet, and just so happened to catch a glimpse of my chest.

And what did I see???

Waaaay more than I should have, since the top three buttons of my shirt were undone and my breastesess were hanging out.

Nice.

Kinda sorta made me re-evaluate all the funky glances.

God bless the checkout boy for being polite enough to attempt to avert his eyes. Although I'm fairly certain the disposable nursing pads peeking out of my more-mountainous-than-usual-cleavage kind of killed the moment for him. Almost feel sorry for the poor guy.

Almost.

Peep-show top below. Happy weekend, everybody :)