I went out shopping with Pipes today. It was wonderful weather and she rode around in her umbrella stroller like the laid back, (mostly) content child that she is. She seems to love that thing. And I love it because the stores I was in have the tiniest isles imaginable. Honestly, what genius decided to put a Carter's in a space that is not even big enough for people to squeeze through alone, much less with a single or double stroller that is loaded down with all kinds of baby mess?
While I was there, I stopped in at Rack Room shoes and found the cutest tan colored shoes. With ruffles. I love ruffles. I should buy more things with ruffles.
So anyway, I got to the cash register and I just happened to glance down at the cashier's hands and ya'll, I am not kidding you... this girl had THE LONGEST fake nails I have ever seen in real life. I mean, I've been to Ripley's believe it or not in Gatlinburg and seen the dude with the longest nails on record and hers weren't that long, but they were darn close. Friends, they curved around. She even had to hold her hand weird in order to write on the receipt.
And the thing I stood there wondering is.. How exactly does one use the restroom with those on?
...Or wash their hands properly?
...Or tie their shoes?
...Or wash their hair?
...Or open a can of coke?
If she has a baby, how does she clean a dirty diaper?
Then I had all these images of what was lurking under those nasty, leopard print nails and I had to resist the urge to use the hand sanitizer they had sitting on the counter. But I felt like she would have known why I was doing that and I wouldn't want her to know I was judging her. No sir.
But I was.
And I am.
I know, Lord. I'm workin' on it.
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