Little Old Woman at store: Oh, that smells beautiful (lavender scented hand lotion). Your husband will like that...
Unwed Mother: Oh, I'm not married. It is nice though.
Little Woman: (patting me on the hand softly) Such a pretty girl. It's OK, you'll find someone.
Aging Spinster who clearly has little to live for according to look on Little Old
Woman's face: (backing away) Um, I'm not really the marrying type. Thanks though.
Disappointed Little Old Woman: It's fine, young lady. You'll meet someone some day. God has a plan for all of us.
Needless to say, I did not buy the hand lotion. My God, when does this ever fucking end? At what age will they finally just say "Poor dear, must be too late for her now" and not address me at all?
About Nanda Sue
- Amanda Kershner
- South Bend, Indiana
- A 38 year old single mother turned wife and stepmother, and over-thinker, my anxiety disorder is more than just acute...it's the cutest. I am a tish bitter, neurotic and well meaning in sometimes equal parts, and am prone to cattiness, wordplay, run-on sentences and misspelling.
