Scene: this morning, at local deli/food store. I am in denial about this, but I am slowly beginning to drink coffee again, even though I know how bad it is for my particular body (I remain a coffee lover, I adore the smell, and love that other people drink it, really I do). Because I am in denial, I don't make it at home. That would mean coming to terms with the new habit. That I head out each morning to a nearby food shop (not even a cafe) for my mixture of coffee and decaf and milk is a prime example of the clash between rationale knowledge and desire.
Anyhow. There I am. Baby in sling. Pouring coffee. Reaching over for milk and a bit of sugar (it could be the entire ritual is a grab for milk's calcium, and a splash of sweetness). The store manager is there, a bit harried.
He looks at me. I must say, I was actually making it all work, as opposed to the other day, when I spilled milk all over the counter.
Store manager's comment to me: I never understood evolution-wise why mothers didn't develop three arms. Seems like something that should have happened a million years ago at least.
Really, truly.
Anyhow. There I am. Baby in sling. Pouring coffee. Reaching over for milk and a bit of sugar (it could be the entire ritual is a grab for milk's calcium, and a splash of sweetness). The store manager is there, a bit harried.
He looks at me. I must say, I was actually making it all work, as opposed to the other day, when I spilled milk all over the counter.
Store manager's comment to me: I never understood evolution-wise why mothers didn't develop three arms. Seems like something that should have happened a million years ago at least.
Really, truly.
on August 28, 2006, 1:10 am
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