Creepy Bag Boy
Today at the grocery store, the bagger boy helped bring my groceries to the car. On the way, he inquired, “What kind of baby are you having?”
I thought, A muskrat! But I replied, “A boy.”
“Oh, that’s great!” he said, as though that was the answer he was hoping for.
Whatever, I thought.
He put the groceries into the back of my car while I buckled Lucas into his carseat.
“Can I touch your baby?” Creepy Bag Boy asked, reaching out his creepy hand to touch me.
“No!”
“OK. No problem,” he said as he pushed the cart away.
Yes, it’s a problem! You creep! I thought. People are fucking weird.
November 6, 2006 at 5:53 pm
That’s weird. Like it would be okay to touch your belly if you weren’t pregnant. I am glad you said no, instead of letting him do it even though it creeped you out. Good boundaries.
November 6, 2006 at 6:14 pm
Blech. Creepy. I think it’s a little weird how everyone separates the baby from the mother even when the baby is still in the mother. I am sure it is no party for you…
November 6, 2006 at 6:43 pm
I’m more accustomed to women who are strangers trying to touch me. It’s very weird for a man to do it, especially one who’s at work in a service capacity.
November 6, 2006 at 7:06 pm
Yeah, Tina got that all the time. Like somehow being pregnant makes your belly public property. In Reno, people wanted to rub her belly for luck.
After X was born, I ran into someone at Fair who asked me about the previous kids and I said they were girls and then he asked about baby X and I said it was a boy and he congratulated me as if I had just won a million dollars in the lottery. He was disturbingly enthusiastic about me hitting the gender jackpot or something.
November 6, 2006 at 9:25 pm
Makes me think of when my friend Karin let loose to her in-laws that she was pregnant with a boy; after being somewhat withdrawn about her pregnancy, they suddenly showered her with a series of gifts and flower arrangements. Humans are strange.