The rage would be mine.
And the adoration would be...well, also mine. Unless I'd said "adorableness" instead of "adoration"--and then it would be Baby Girl's.
But back to me and the rage--which is really the crux of this story.
Except for the adoration, which is also key.
Anywho....
So, there it was, 50 degrees down here in Texas today, when I looked in Baby Girl's closet and wondered what the heck the little munchkin should wear. That's when the cuteness reached out and grabbed me, in the form of this:
I die.
She was so precious (courtesy of her oh-so-lovely Godmother, Lisa, who gave her the outfit) that I wanted to cry. And take pictures. Take pictures and cry--whilst turning her toward the chair instead of the camera (also known as my iPhone), so I could make sure to capture the ruffled tushy.
So there she was, dressed, and posing like this...
...when I remembered that I needed to run to Tar-jay to try to print a handful of pictures that wouldn't print during two prior visits, using two prior jump drives, because of separate file errors.
So I bundled Baby Girl up, headed to Tar-jay, and immediately suppressed my annoyance at finding someone already at the Print in Seconds photo kiosk.
To be nice, and not hover behind the chick who was printing off her pictures, I hauled Baby Girl (in my arms, didn't think it was gonna be a long trip, so I didn't bother with the stroller), to the other side of the store to grab Kleenex, which was the only other thing I needed. Then I made my way back to the Print in Seconds kiosk...and the chick was still there.
This time, I hovered.
And quickly found out that she was printing her ENTIRE wedding album.
ENTIRE wedding album.
As in, EVERY freaking picture from her wedding.
Or so it seemed, when she filled up one, two, three, FOUR packets of photos (I'm talking HUNDREDS, people), as I stood there watching, brooding.
WHO DOES THAT??? Who prints ALL their wedding photos at the PRINT IN SECONDS KIOSK?????????????
The worst part: when she was on the FOURTH packet, the machine ran out of freaking paper. BECAUSE SHE'D PRINTED HUNDREDS OF WEDDING PHOTOS, so a Tar-jay employee had to come pause the printing and re-load.
That was right around the time my arm went numb and then started to shake, from the weight of holding my child while I hovered.
I know what you're thinking: why didn't I just leave??? Because I was being stubborn. And standing on principle. I didn't want to leave empty-handed on my THIRD attempt at the picture printing. Plus--I kept thinking there couldn't POSSIBLY be many more wedding photos left for this chick to print.
That's when she started printing 8x10 enlargements (whilst stopping to ask the Tar-jay employee if that's the largest size that would print from the Print in SECONDS kiosk).
I about died in that moment.
Correction: I about let some very foul words leave my mouth in that moment. But instead, I silently raged, whilst mumbling to my sweet and patient Baby Girl, "it's okay sweetheart, we'll be done soon," just loud enough for wedding photo chick to hear me.
About ten hours after the enlargements were done printing, wedding photo chick finally vacated the kiosk, with her millions of photos, and Baby Girl and I FINALLY stepped up to print our five measly ones.
I inserted my jump drive, breezed through the prompts ('cause I pretty speedy with them nowadays), and...
Got. A. User. Error.
The files on the jump drive were corrupt (yet again), and couldn't be read.
I'll spare you the redundancy of detailing the rage I felt at that moment, 'cause I'm pretty sure my all-caps typing above says it all. But I will say, that I'm so freaking grateful for my adorable child and her adorable outfit. Because the handful of people who stopped to coo at her as we waited for centuries to not print our photos, kept me sane.
The End.
P.S. Is it me--or the fact that we watched Spiderman this weekend--or does my kid sort of look like a tiny, oh-so-cute, white Spidergirl???
P.S.S. I don't usually rage like this over the Print in Seconds kiosk. I know it was that chick's right to print as many photo as her heart desired, and I promise to try to be a nicer, more understanding person. Tomorrow.
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