Let me tell you something...
posted on: 02:04 PM November 13, 2007
My Wife and I had to shop for baby stuff the other day, so we waited until A-star and B-boy were ready for their nap, piled them into the car and went to a Baby store. It was very crowed, shelf-wise, so I hung back with the car-seat stroller as my Wife shopped. A couple pregnant with twins noticed our car seat stroller and asked me some questions. I started talking to them, answering their questions and then relating some experiences. After awhile my Wife joined us. Eventually we wished them luck and they departed for another store.
As we were walking back to our car, my Wife said: "I think they wanted to leave earlier." Mentally, I rewound the conversation and I realized they did say "We should let you go" at least 3 times. Maybe 4. Naturally they meant, "We're too polite to say: Please let us go, your verbal diarrhea is scaring us." I am that monster: the Dad who can't shut up about his kids. Mea Culpa. I vowed to do better the next time.
Which happened to be the next day, different couple, different store.
I quickly answered the couple's question about the stroller, then made up an excuse to find my Wife. When I found her and related my experience, she told me my information about the stroller was entirely wrong.
I decided against going back to find the couple to correct myself. Why risk it?
