Shoplifting

You would think this would be a topic for my regular blog, but I figured I would put it here cause it happened at the Motherhood store with Carl (BG's giraffe).

After Jason's check up today, we went to Motherhood in the Boulevard Mall. I went on Monday to get some jeans, but they told me to come back on Wednesday when they were on sale. That's one thing I love about them is that they always tell me not to buy certain things at certain times cause in a day or two they will be on sale and I can save a lot of money. Great, right?!

I went back to get my jeans today and figured I'd try on a few more things. Well, long story short, Jason left Carl in our room, on the bed all day yesterday. I gave him a hard time about it so he insisted on bringing him everywhere today. Honestly, poor Carl had to see Jason's gnarly foot at the Dr. When we were at the mall, I had Carl hanging out of my purse like ladies and their dumb chihuahuas do.

(Left: Carl at Jason's check-up just hours before the "shoplifting incident.)



Forgetting Carl was in my purse, I picked out some shirts to try on and a couple pairs of pants then asked for a fitting room. (Mind you this attendant did not greet me, did not say anything to me. I had to acknowledge her presence and ask her questions cause she was busy doing whatever it was she was doing.) The attendant said, "Would you like to leave the giraffe at the counter?" She caught me off guard, then after realizing what she was talking about, I replied, "Oh! No, he's mine." I went in my room and thought, I should've left him with Jason or in the car. Oh well. I didn't steal him, I know that, Jesus knows that and she can think whatever.



After trying on the clothes, I told her that none of it worked, I'd just like to get the jeans that are on hold for me and the shirt that is also on hold. She got them and started ringing me up. Just to clear things up, I told her that there is a giraffe there I thought was cute that my mom and I saw at Christmas. Then, Christmas morning, my mom had given this one to us. She just kind of looked at me like, uh huh. Right. Whatever.

As I was getting ready to leave, we struck up more of a convo. Mainly about bras. I then asked when she was due. She told me, oh, I'm not sure... some time in May. (By no means am I saying I am thin or even fit, but this girl was a little rounder than me, and at least a foot shorter. I thought she looked pregnant.) What pregnant chick doesn't know her due date? I started thinking about it. Unless this is nth kid, and she just doesn't think about it or care, that would be the only way I wouldn't know. And, she didn't say my dr, she said "they". I told her that's exciting cause I'm due in May too! May 13. She then told me how hot it is in the store and that they're closing, and why does she need to do all this work for nothing?!

Ummm.... K. I'm still confused about "they". Are you not going to a dr? I then started to think that maybe she isn't pregnant. She just looks it. It's discriminatory to hire only pregnant chicks to work in a pregnant store. I left with a "Well, hang in there."

My conclusion is that if she is pregnant, no harm no foul. However, if she isn't pregnant, I called her fat. Which, I don't feel bad about, cause she tried to accuse me of being a shoplifter. So there. I'm a shoplifter and you're fat.