>> Monday, June 14, 2010
What do you do?
a) Just pretend like you didn’t hear it and let them off the hook?
b) Say nothing, smile politely (turn bright red of embarrassment) and walk away in shock, call up your mom and cry?
c) Let them squirm and enjoy calling them out on the error of their ways?
I tend to do the latter anymore, a few years back I would have been calling my mommy.
Today at the bank with my 5 year old, depositing the husbands pay check, I had this pleasure. The teller, who is in her mid 50’s heavy set and is wearing her hair far too long and about 20 years out of style, strikes up a conversation with my son…that goes something like this.
Teller: Hey kiddo what’s your name?
Kiddo: WHATS THAT SIGN SAY?
Teller: oh that says, please wait here for the next available teller.
Kiddo: SEE MOM, IT DOES NOT SAY, Spinning around this poll will cause brain damage!
Teller: So buddy what is your name?
Kiddo: (hides behind my leg.)
Me: You can tell her Sam, its ok. (DUH!)
Kiddo: My names Sammy and I'm this many…can I have a sucker?
Teller: So Sammy, are you going to have a new baby in your house soon?
Me: (WHAT THE F*CK DID SHE JUST SAY??!! Did she just insinuate I'm expecting!! )
Kiddo: We already have a baby in the house, duh.
Teller: awww…oh you do?
Me: (dead pan, waiting for her to start digging)
Teller: did you have a baby sister or baby brother?
Kiddo: a sister…can I have a red sucker?
Me: (Making plans to burn this shirt and do some sit ups when I get home)
Teller: (handing Sam the red sucker and me the receipt) How old is your baby?
Me: She’s Two. (smart ass grin)
Teller: (dropping subject) Bye Sammy it was nice to meet you, have a good day.
Me: Can we have another sucker please …ya'know...for the baby and all?
Teller: (turning red as the sucker) Of course…