That is my new title. Right after Basic Keelboat Sailor (which I need to get on scheduling our next class- then I can be called “Basic Coastal Cruiser”- nice).
So I’m in the grocery store and I see this woman just bawling- right next to the organic strawberries. Now they are expensive but not really something that should be tear inducing. If you can’t afford them this week, just wait until they go on sale. Not the end of the world.
Being the kind, loving, in general amazing person that I am- I asked her if she was okay. We aren’t talking a few tears here folks- it was an all out sob-fest.
Turns out she had just gotten off the phone with her dr’s office. Turns out she didn’t pass her progesterone test.
I was like- dude, so been there (although I didn’t tell her that I didn’t cry about it). She told me how they’ve been trying for a year and just started testing and how horrible she feels and how it is never going to work out for her.
No joke I stood there for at least ten minutes listening to her. I didn’t even get a word in edgewise- a rarity for me. After she was done I told her good luck and she gave me a hug and was on her way.
I did buy the organic strawberries.
It amazes me how people turn a blind eye to the suffering of others. I’m glad you were there for her., Mandy. Even if you didn’t get a word in edgewise.
Sorry. You cannot be Mother Freaking Theresa. That fine moniker was taken long ago.