Today at Target I strode up to the dressing room with a four week old baby strapped to my body, a two-year-old strapped in the cart whining, and a four-year-old running in and out of clothing racks and seemingly not comprehending the immediacy with which I was directing her (repeatedly) to come over by me.
A sweet Target employee took extra care to help me back to my room, with all my garments (making an exception to the minimum allowed) and my kid-carrying cart in tow.
She smiled as she cleared the way for me and said, “let’s get you the big dressing room, looks like you have your ha– (faltering, awkward pause), …a full load there.”
She had begun to observe that I had my hands full, but she had stopped short. I instantly imagined what was going on in her mind.
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