I was knitting away on the baby sweater on the train...and the woman across from me (after staring for a good long while in that way people do when they're working up the nerve to actually - GASP! - talk to a stranger)...well, she leaned over and...and she asked me...she asked...well, what she said was...
...it was...
"Is that for your grand-baby?"
Ooooooooooooooh, SNAP!!!!!!!!!
So I hit her with my bifocal case and limped away, dragging my stupid rolling bag that I have to use because I can't seem to manage carrying a backpack like a twenty-something anymore without setting off my hip something FIERCE and could somebody please just KILL ME NOW...?
...sigh...
Oh well. It's still a cute little sweater, isn't it? And if I were actually expecting a grand-baby, I would totally make one for him, too.
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Oh, NO she di-int...
Oh dear....
I've been confused as my son's grandmother for years, and am in fact older than some of his friend's grandmothers. The gray hair and bifocals don't help :-)
Though if you were expecting a grand-baby I don't want to know the amount of trouble Eldest would be in ;-)
I had a young fella at the video store ask me if I had a granddaughter in the local high school - as he was holding my driver's license WITH the birthdate clearly printed thereon! That one incident kept me coloring my hair for another three years. Of course, the one advantage to being grey is that people no longer ask if I'm pregnant. :-/ Sigh....
Oh NOOOOOOOOO! Was it worse than being asked if you were pregnant? I'm sorry...but my bi focals are right around the corner and my grey has already started coming' in so it won't be much longer until I join your ranks!
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