09 Aug 2010

No Competition

“I bet you could fit into that sweater right there,” Beth pointed to a navy and white striped cardigan on the rack.

Beth, Wes, and I had been coming back from a late lunch. On the way back, we were talking babies so I had to point out to them my favorite boutique for toddlers Flora and Henri. The clothes were too cute we wanted them for ourselves, but we only resorted to window shopping because we don’t have babies.  Our longing gazes apparently caught the attention of a woman inside with her children.

The door chimed as she came out to us and said, “Don’t steal my ice cream?” She hastily grabbed her cup of pink Molly Moon’s Ice Cream and swiftly went back into the store.

Wait – –

Was she talking to us? Was that a joke? Did she really think that we would take – much less – eat her partially melted ice cream? Did we look like people who would do such a thing?

I didn’t even notice the ice cream there until she came out to retrieve it!

Okay miss crazy – don’t worry – we won’t steal your ice cream when we could have purchased our own right next door.

🙂

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