Grandfather
What is it with these folks here in Baltimore?
Today I took Wawa to the Lactation Station, a sort of Victoria's Secret for nursing mothers conveniently located in the birthing center of the hospital where Kyle was born. And, as Wa was picking up a few supplies, I was holding the baby while sitting out front in seats provided for the purpose, when these two women walk by. One sez to the other, "Oh, look at that GRANDFATHER holding the cute baby!"
How presumptuous of her! GRANDFATHER. Who? Me? Had she never seen a white-headed FATHER with long hair tied up in a pony tail?
What's with these Marylanders? First it was being given a SENIOR DISCOUNTS at Arby's with being asked and now being called a GRANDFATHER at the Lactation Station without being questioned.
It's all about to make me CRABBY.
Today I took Wawa to the Lactation Station, a sort of Victoria's Secret for nursing mothers conveniently located in the birthing center of the hospital where Kyle was born. And, as Wa was picking up a few supplies, I was holding the baby while sitting out front in seats provided for the purpose, when these two women walk by. One sez to the other, "Oh, look at that GRANDFATHER holding the cute baby!"
How presumptuous of her! GRANDFATHER. Who? Me? Had she never seen a white-headed FATHER with long hair tied up in a pony tail?
What's with these Marylanders? First it was being given a SENIOR DISCOUNTS at Arby's with being asked and now being called a GRANDFATHER at the Lactation Station without being questioned.
It's all about to make me CRABBY.
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