Defiled

I have a whole post ready (in my head) called The Pool Report.  The kids and I spent and exceptionally long amount of time there yesterday and I took in quite a bit.  Enough to make a pretty lengthy blog post, but I don’t have time for that right now.  

I do have time really quick though to tell you what just happened to me while visiting Target to pick out an anniversary card for my hubby.  Sunday is the big 1-1! I know, that’s a pretty big deal, I think this is the year that something big is going to happen.  Actually, I am hoping for just the opposite, that this is the year that nothing big happens, that there are no houses purchased, no pregnancies or post pregnancies to deal with.  I am hoping there are no deaths or job changes, absolutely nothing to write in a Christmas card letter, that is what I am hoping year 11 brings.  Because I kinda feel like we have had enough going on to last us another 10 years without any problems and  I think it might be fun to just coast for a while.

Anyway, back to my quick story about going to Target….So I was checking out and while I was paying for my purchases, I noticed that the cashier was actually standing there reading the anniversary card that I had picked for Brandon!  I have never had the cashier even act like they noticed what I was purchasing, much less pick something up and read the details.  And this wasn’t just a friendly, “Happy Birthday Friend” card, this was an anniversary card!  It didn’t say anything inappropriate (however, even if it had, it would have been intended for my husband of 11 years, not Chanel, the stranger cashier lady who I have not had 3 babies with and put through school to become a doctor and moved to Memphis for….and also loved madly and deeply….those are important to mention as well.  I think I stood there and just looked at her, at an absolute loss for words that she had just done that.  I mean, what do you say to that?

“I really don’t like it that you read my card and now I need you to cancel that purchase because I’m gonna go back and get another one that you haven’t read.”

I think I just ended up walking out and taking one last look at her over my shoulder as I left to let her know that I found her behaviour very unsettling.

So I hope Brandon appreciates his card when he reads it Sunday, though part of me is going to feel dishonest giving it to him knowing someone else has already read it.

So just in case you work at Target or another store selling cards and you have ever wondered, yes, it is weird to read the cards that other people are buying.  And on that note, have a great weekend!

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