How lovely...

Thank god I have a witness because if I didn't...

Danny and I were killing time waiting for Tay to be done at ballet. There is a Walmart across the street so I thought we would pick up a few things, including birthday presents for the soon to be 5 year old girl.

We wandered the store, picked up a bunch of stuff we sort of need and sort of just thought were cool and go to the check out.

In our cart were several toys for Tay and several for Bug. His toys are mostly pre-school and baby toys because he is in this oral phase at the moment and better chew toys in the baby department. We looked at the Dog toys but they were too squeaky.

So most of the ages said: 0-12 months.

The lady checking us out, oh, let's call her Flo, asked: How are you today?

I had been having a bad day so I said:" Eh, I am just Ok, how are you?"

She said: "Oh that's lovely."

????

If I had known what this next statement would cause..I would have said it earlier.

I turned to Danny and said:

"I think he will like these."

Flo asked how old he was.

I said: "7 but he has Epilepsy and Autism and some other ism's I am sure but he's a fun kid. Likes to spin things."

Flo said:

"How lovely."

????

Actually every few seconds, while I was talking, she would alternate: 'That's lovely', "That sounds nice", "Oh how lovely"...it made NO sense whatsoever.

"Yeah" I said quizzically, "he is getting better."

Flo said: "That's nice."

I said: "Yep, just happy he doesn't play IN his diaper anymore. That was a fun time." That last statement was a test. Flo did NOT disappoint:

"That sounds like fun."

????

Danny said: "Hey Mommy I like to finger paint".

I laughed. Flo, apparently thought it was inappropriate, because she shot Danny a pursed lips look. Maybe she WAS paying attention..through her fog of happiness.

By this time she had finished checking us out and we wished her a good day.

We walked silently away toward the front door. At the SAME TIME I turned to Danny, he turned to me.

I said: "Paxil anyone?"

Danny said: "What the hell was she on? Paxil you think?".

We laughed all the way out of the store. We laughed in front of the store. We laughed in the car. I mused about calling the store manager and recommending some random drug testing. Then we wondered what it would be like to work with her. And we laughed even harder.

Bad day...over.

Until I got home and got a second degree burn on my wrist from Bug's frozen dinner. :(

Still, giggling about Flo.

Ugh...women.

The women I have in my life are few and far between. Why? I don't trust them. TADA, that simple.

With most of the women I have known, everything is a competition, the problem is, they aren't overt about it. They slowly chip away at the object of their self induced competition and strip all the self worth and value from him/her. It's disgusting. They smile and support, all the while, they are bitching about what they previously had openly supported in the other room.

The women I do have in my life, are no nonsense and when they ask people how they are...they listen to the response and don't turn the conversation into what THEY did for the day. It's takes a natural course and everyone is validated. They do not feel threatened by anything I do because I do not compete and they know that. When I help, they know I help because I love them and I want to help. Not because I want anything in return.

I have NO respect for women who defend other women simply because of their sex. I do NOT support women who degrade the people in their life to get what they want, and I have NO respect for a woman who constantly complains about her partner openly and then acts all hurt, betrayed and SURPRISED when she is left alone.

And yes, an article I read today set this off. A few of my friends support this 'celebrity' and so I will not name names, but OMG am I sick of hearing about she was soo wronged. She was mean, self centered and only wanted to come out of the relationship looking like the abused partner. Ugh. She made her choices, she openly verbally abused people time and again, she makes women look like emotional time bombs and intellectual midgets. Maybe a lot of them are...but not the ones I hang with. I am editing THOSE women out.