Monday, March 24, 2008

Bigfoot Discovered at Local Supermarket

I went to see my parents this weekend in Philadelphia. It was nice to get away although S was not convinced and slept for only one hour on Friday night. Hubby was supposed to join me on Saturday morning with our suitcase but he never made it up do to an illness in the family.

So on Saturday we ended up going to Target (very classy I know)looking for some clothes for my big presentation this week and a few little things to get us through the weekend. I wore the same clothes I wore on the train and was covered in juice and spit up. I didn't even bother putting on make up or even brushing my hair I was so exhausted. I strapped S to me in the carrier and wandered around l I was in the plus size section looking at huge shirts when I noticed a person staring at me. She walked over and said "Didn't we go to high school together?"

There she was Christine Keller the belle of our high school still a size four, 6 months pregnant now but still perfect. She hadn't aged since 1987. And I the wild women of Manhattan stood before her holding a screaming infant, disheveled a size 18w in hand dark circles under my eyes probably looking 40 years older. We looked like a before and after add. We talked for a minute but I could see the fear in her eyes and the denial. "No" she thought "That could never be me." She excused herself politely and ran to the sports equipment section.

If there is any Justice in the world she'll gain 60 pounds in the next 3 months.

5 comments:

We are THAT family said...

Let's hope.

Person(Also Known As Mommy) said...

I hate seeing people that I knew in high school, especially when I'm exhausted and look like I've been chewed up and spit out by our kids!

Gerbil said...

i just hate seeing people from high school, period.

HRH said...

I am laughing so hard I can't type. Just remember that she was there AT TARGET in the clothing section too and she still has that whole birth thing to go through and...

forgetfulone said...

There is no justice! We can hope, though. That happens to me, too. I hate it. Or you go out praying you don't run into anyone you know, and you always do. Needless to say, I won't be going to my 25th reunion this year.

 
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