I was out
shopping for my twelve year old daughter today and I ended up at a popular
tween store looking at hooded sweatshirts and trying to decide between
two sizes for her.
Across the display from me was a woman with a young girl, about my
daughter’s age and size, who was pulling on the same sweatshirts and zipping
them up to check for the right size.
I politely called over and asked them what size the girl was
trying on, explaining that I was trying to figure out the correct size for my
They told me and I thanked them.
As they walked away, the mother, a lady about my age, told me she
hoped my GRANDDAUGHTER liked the sweatshirt I had picked.
I sputtered out to her retreating back that I was buying it for my
daughter, not my granddaughter.
I don't think she heard me.
But honestly, thinking about it now?
I should have slugged her.