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Last night, as directed, I bought myself a sewing machine (!!) at Joann's as my Christmas present from my mom. (My birthday present was an eyebrow piercing. Sometimes my mom is cool.) Because we're having a minor cold snap here, I had buttoned up my a-line car coat over my bulky scarf.
Me: I'm a knitter, so I'm excited to be able to make garments in just a day or two! Nice old lady selling sewing machines: Well, looks like you're going to have a baby, so you'll be able to make lots of nice baby things. Me: .... *strangled, noncommittal mmmmrppf*
As it was less embarrassing to not correct her and just let it slide, I did. She packed up the machine, got the manual, rang me up, and I was about to head up to the front counter to buy the rest of my things, when:
Nice old lady: Hm, we'd better get you a cart. Me: Oh, is it really heavy? I'm pretty strong. Nice old lady: No, it's just awkward.
At which point I realized that she meant I could not, of course, hug it to my chest like a normal person, given my alleged delicate condition. Dear reader, I followed a nice old lady to the register while she carried a bulky sewing machine for me. I thanked her. Then I paid for my stuff, stacked it all up in my arms on top of the sewing machine, and carried it across the parking lot.
Note to self: in the future, wear scarf outside the swingy jacket with big buttons.
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