Story #2

So I went to Avondale to visit one of my Besties on Tuesday and a few minutes before I got there I realized I didn't have any baby Tylenol. Poor teething Dallin is in a bad way so I found the nearest Walmart and made a quick stop....

The good part of the story:

The scene break down is as follows:
Ghetto Wal-mart, Me parked way close to the entrance (SWEET), about to pull two kids out of the car. Green car with a man of African decent inside clearly trying to get my attention.

CONVERSATION:

Him: (Whistling)
Me: (Trying to figure out if I was just whistled at or if someone else was)
Him: Hey girl, oh hey hey.... Um Excuse me?
Me: Yes, can I help you?
Him: Um yeah, I have a question, No disrespect, ma'am No disrespect, but do you have a boy friend?
Me: Yes i do actually? (I call him my husband)
Him: Dang girl!!?? Why you lookin so fine? You look good girl!
Me: ............thank you?
Him: Yeah Okay girl, okay girl. See you later mama!

I could not stop laughing I felt like Sandra Bullock in Miss Congeniality when she is in the swim suit competition and she is talking to herself and laughing out loud looking like a really crazy person.

Let me tell you... I felt good. He could have been an old man... He could have been a gay guy............ I still would have felt pretty good about myself.
So all this time worried about my last 15 pounds, my stomach that indicates that I am 5 months prego (which I am NOT and far from it, for the record) plus the joys of nursing and add in 110 degrees outside as I try to haul 2 kids from the car into the cart (a little sweaty)
AND I GET HIT ON!!!!!

The Ghetto is helping me with my self esteem, better spend a little more time down there.