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?








hahaaaaahaaa.
that's funny.
can't fool kids, that's for sure. they are far smarter than most give them credit for.
Posted by: tania | May 11, 2007 at 10:14 AM
why can't people who smoke realize they can't hide it FROM ANYONE.It usually announces itself before you even see the person...Sigh. Sorry its a hot button for me as my mother-in-law insists she is not smoking yet we know she still does.
Posted by: susan | May 11, 2007 at 12:02 PM
I think you just don't notice the smell on yourself when you are used to being around it. My dad smoked for the first 30 years of my life, but I never had any idea my clothes and house, etc., smelled like smoke. Until after I moved out, that is. Then when I visited my folks it would hit me how strong the smell was! Quite a revelation.
Posted by: Magpie9759 | May 11, 2007 at 02:36 PM
That is too funny! I can't stand the smell of cigarette smoke and I completely agree, people who smoke never seem to know how strong of a smell they have!
Posted by: Heidi Heinonen | May 11, 2007 at 09:03 PM