Shopping with friends can be enlightening.
Like the time a friend, beaming with the thrill of her find, held up a pillow she'd found for me:
Sometimes I worry that PMS is my personality.
Or the time I was with blogging friends and they shoved a tea towel into my hands:
You say BITCH like it's a bad thing.
Or the time I asked Charlotte, during light shopping conversation, what she told her friends about me and she responded (with a wicked smile, I might add), "That you're mean and they don't want to meet you."
Then they all fall down laughing while apologizing:
We love you, but it's so true!
And I play along because it is funny. And my face in repose is off-putting to say the least. And I have what has been called in polite company a strong personality.
I like to think, though, that it's not what they really think of me. Maybe initially they did, but after they got to know me, surely they saw my tender side? Appreciated my Precious Moments take on all things disappointing? Understood I was really a tender, delicate snowflake?
Maybe.
Then there was today's shopping experience which blows that theory completely out of the water.
While at a large store, Charlotte and I were winding our way through various scientific mazes trying to find the elusive cheese when I realized that no matter which way I turned, the two people behind me also turned. And they were close to me. Close enough to goose me if they so chose (which, if you are ever tempted--and you will be--I urge you to re-think your choice.).
Finally, after rounding yet another corner with the fuzz on my tail I spun around and asked, rather loudly, "Can I help you?!?"
Oh. Crap. Was that out loud?
Apparently it was because now I was looking straight at a saleslady and a patron that looked rather like deer in headlights.
Charlotte was able to control her laughter until they were both safely on their way. Then she turned to me and said, "I love it when you do that. It's so hilarious!"