I have to take a little break from mom week and get this one down...it still makes me chuckle a day later.
Last night I had to do a quick milk run when Pa Torm got home. He got home at 8:00 in the evening, so again, it was another long day. The store is just a few blocks away but since I needed milk I drove rather than walked.
I made my way up and down the aisles and eventually found my way to the check-out line. Only one was open, it's just a small market and it was getting close to closing time. I happened to get in line behind 2 women with a cart full. Diapers in two sizes, the same bread that I had, a snickers bar...you know, the essentials. The older women had offered that I could go first since I just had a few things and she was also going to purchase mulch and cigarettes - purchases that require a little extra time for the process.
I replied that I was just fine. Afterall - this was my big outting for the evening...totally not a problem.
She wanted soft carton Marbolo's - but they didn't have those by the carton - so she debated between the box or just getting a single pack, etc.. She turned around again to me and apologized - embarrassed at how much longer her transaction was taking then she had planned on. Again, I replied, so not a problem.
At this time I was pretty confident that I knew who this woman was. I had been adding up the clues - the two sizes of diapers, my own memory, a few things that she mentioned to her daughter... and when I finally felt 100% certain that I'd nailed it and wouldn't make a fool of myself I said, "Your Jacob's mom, aren't you?" To which she replied, with a bit of surprise, 'why yes!'
My Allan plays with Jacob several times a week and they walk home from the bus stop together - they live on the far side of the block.
Now - while you may wonder why we didn't recognize each other visually - we have spoken on the phone a few times, but I'm mostly familiar with Jacob's older sisters. Jacob is the second to the bottom of 7 kids and has many of the same family values that we have. As far as run around with the neighbor kid choices go - I like Jacob.
After we talked about the boys for a bit then - she then sheepishly says as she's tucking the cigarettes into her purse (she decided on the one box of soft side) "don't tell the boys I bought these" I told her that her secret was certainly safe with me.
Eventually we all made our way out of the local mart and once again at home I mentioned to Allan that I had been in line behind Jacob's mom. And I laughed until my eyes watered at his response.....
"She smells like cigarettes doesn't she?"
Who does she think she's fooling?