How is it that I can go to Target for *one* freaking thing and somehow walk out with multiple bags?
Living in the ghetto has the drawback of not being terribly close to the big box stores, but it can also work to my advantage - if I could go to Target all the time I would be bankrupt. Seriously. Did I need all the stuff I just bought? Probably not. But it was so cheap. I had to buy it. (And who doesn't need clearance pomegranate blueberry soda I ask?)
Of course, the one thing I was going in there to buy was a baby gift. I figured I could just zip over to the baby section, make a grab, and move on to housewares...
However, apparently zooming up the aisle with purpose and throwing what you want into your basket while barely breaking stride makes you look like you are an expert parent despite not having a child with you. A hugely pregnant and desperate looking woman right next to me grabbed me and said "You look like you know about babies!" and then proceeded to grill me about what she was buying.
I do know a lot about babies from my years of nannying. So I smiled and helped her.
I wasn't upset by it - I just had to laugh. Clearly the gods have it out for me.