Happy Friday! Hooray for sleeping in this weekend! It feels like fall here today. I actually wore a hoodie when we took our dog, Sid, to the park. I really wanted to wear my Uggs but thought that might be overkill, seeing as how it’s in the 70s, I think. A girl can dream, right?
Okay, so the paparazzi was out and about today. This is the danger of living two miles from your school. I knew I might run into some families at the grocery store tonight (picking up a frozen pizza for dinner because the hubby golfed all day and didn’t feel like cooking. This is what happens when I’m put in charge of dinner.) but was really hoping that I wouldn’t. Not that I don’t love my families but just because I am tired, wanted to get out of there fast, and let’s face it, I didn’t look that good. My ponytail was more of a . . . well, let’s just say that some of it was in a ponytail and some of it wasn’t, and my make up had worn off due to all of the yawning and what not, AND I stepped in something that was like gum but wasn’t really gum. It was ALL OVER my shoes, even on the sides!!!! I honestly have NO IDEA what this substance was on the blacktop, but because my pants were dragging (as almost all of my pants do – see “teeny tiny teacher” title for reference), the bottoms of my pants got the “stuff” on them, too. I was sticking to everything in the classroom afterward. Seriously – it was disgusting. EEEEWWW.
So, I am in the grocery store and I am just there to grab a pizza. My basket got a little bit full with rolos, ice cream, and Diet Cherry Dr. Pepper (how did THAT stuff get in there??) and then I heard “Mrs. Oldham!” and then I felt a kid slam into me from behind. Oh, JOY! It’s a little one from last year and she is beyond excited to see me. At this point, it’s okay. No parents to be found. ?????????? Just little S and me in the frozen foods section as I contemplate the TGI Friday’s mozzarella sticks. AND THEN, here come the parents.
About 45 minutes later, I finally left the store.
Does this ever happen to you? I just can NOT disengage from the conversation. Whatever it might be. And since I have been at my school for 10 years, I run into all sorts of parents.
I have been known to duck and cover if I see a parent before they see me. I am not ashamed to go down the Depends aisle if it means I can avoid a
weird strange overbearing talkative parent. My hubs is also really good at helping me if we’re out together. I can usually just say our code word (paparazzi) and he will “block” me. Or we’ll go down a different aisle or take the long way back to the register or he’ll finish up while I hide in the bathroom. Just kidding on that last one. Okay, okay, that was only one time.
Most of the time, I enjoy seeing the parents and their kiddos. I am mainly talking about those parents. You know who I mean so that’s all I’m going to say.
One of those parents actually followed me into the bra section at Target a few years ago. (yes – I shop for bras at Target. There is just no point in the whole Victoria’s Secret thing for me. My height is not the only teeny tiny thing about me, okay?) And by the way, I didn’t go HIDE in the bra section. I was SHOPPING in the bra section. And here she came. WITH HER TEEN-AGED SON. Folks, I ain’t lying. And then we talked for about 20 minutes, surrounded by bras and g-strings, and an awkward teenage boy. It was a lovely conversation. One of the best I’ve ever had.
So does this happen to you? What do you do? Do you hide? Do you like it? Do you pose for pictures? I’d really love to know!! 🙂