So I went to Target today to buy some ice packs and a lunch box cooler– I will have to travel with my Gonal-F so I needed supplies. It’s also hard for me to pass up Target’s women’s clothing section when I go, so of course I stopped by.
I parked my big shopping cart next to a row of shirts. I found a tank top I liked and threw it in, then wandered to the next rack.
About 2 minutes later, a visibly pregnant woman with 2 small children came rolling around the corner, her kids sitting in her cart. She saw my cart, but apparently not me– she loudly said “okay kids, let’s switch carts! I don’t like the wheels on this one.” Rather than walk the 20 feet back to the row of shopping carts at the entrance, she just picked up her kids and plopped them down in my cart. She tossed off my tank top into her old “broken” one.
I just stood there staring at her. I really didnt even think of doing or saying anything. I just stopped and stared. Because of course she did that. Because of course a pregnant woman with 2 kids deserved my shopping cart, while I was there to pick up some coolers for my IVF meds. Of course I was invisible. Because it’s so perfectly fitting and makes sense.
Hope you enjoyed my well-oiled cart, lady. I just wheeled your slightly askew cart around and made it work. Like I always do.