then don't say it at all! Isn't that what the majority has been taught? Apparently the lady at the store the other day was in the minority. Here's the story...
I had been searching far and wide for the perfect (get me through Easter Sunday) white shoes for Gaga. I found a pair that I liked but they did not have her size at the store I was at. So while at home I searched for the nearest store that had her size and headed there later that afternoon. I parked the car and went to the back to let the kids out. Junior is always first out and as I lowered him to the ground I told him to stay close to me (as I always do when we are in a parking lot) while I got Gaga out. He listened very well and stayed a little too close to me because as I took a step back with Gaga in my arms, I tripped over Junior and we all fell to the ground. I landed on my tailbone (that hurt!) and Junior was underneath my back face down. We all get up, Junior now crying (loudly) with scratches on his face from the asphalt and me hobbling to the entrance door. (I was determined to get those shoes.) We make it to the baby shoe section and Junior is not letting up. Do you blame him? His mother fell on him and his face is scratched and bleeding now. I looked everywhere and did not see the shoe size we had came for. Of course, could this trip have gotten any worse? But yes, it could! An older lady walks by as I'm searching for the shoes that online said would be here and says in a rather rude way, "I think he needs to go home!" I'm standing there with my mouth open wide thinking...alright lady, thanks for the rude, unsolicited advice. You have no idea what we have just gone through and I think he has every right to be wailing right now! If I didn't feel so bad for Junior and want to get him feeling better soon, I might have followed that lady around the store awhile. :) But we didn't and we left the store crying, hobbling and empty handed.
The Last Hundred Yards
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