Sunday, February 1, 2009

Insulted... with an UN-capitale I

So today as I mentioned, we ran to that market to buy some goodies. While leaving the store, I had Rowan sitting in the large part of the shopping basket while we went back out to our car. She was sitting happily munching on an M&M cookie the size of her head. She was content.

Unfortunately I hit a bump of icy snow which lurched her forward causing her to bump her head on the inside of the carriage.

First off let me state that the she immediate looked at me with a scowl.. furrowed brow and said.. "ow mama!"

This sent both my hubs and I into a fit of laughter... her face was priceless... she wasn't hurt... she was more pissed off than anything. After all... she WAS trying to eat her cookie.. how dare we interrupt her.

At the time this incident occured, an older lady was walking behind us, and witnessed our fit of laughter.

She had well groomed precision curled white hair, lots of gold jewelry, a fur coat of some sort and smelled very much of old lady perfume. I guess what I'm trying to get at, is that she was most definitely one of the "wealthier" type of people that live in our area. We have a lot of them. We do after all, live in the seacoast area of New Hampshire. We have normal mid class suburbs surrounded by areas of million dollar homes on the water.

You could tell she was a snob.

She curtly snapped... and by passed speaking to my husband and I, and instead looked directly at Rowan...."Well unfortunately, you can't choose your parents, you poor girl."

Now I'm not the type of person to react to this sort of stuff. I grew up in the country and I'll always be a country girl. I'm not prim and proper and quite frankly I don't give a damn if my dinner cutlery matches if your over for dinner. We're going to be eating on the couch anyways, so pull up a cushion.

So the fact that she said this to my daughter, did not insult me... instead it made me laugh all that much harder.

I could hear her scowl as she got into her car.

Truth of the matter is... My daughter is going to be raised with one hell of a sense of humor. I bet her kids can't even pass gas and giggle about it... which to me... is a horrifying way to live.

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