Yesterday Andrew was sitting in his high chair eating his sandwich when an older gentleman walked in. He made the typical "oh, you're selling babies now?" joke that we hear so often. I said, "yep," and Heidi said, "he's on special."
The man says, "I'd take him any day... I assume it's a him and not a her," I said that Andrew was in fact a boy, and he says, "I'd take him in an instant, blue eyed beauty." Then as he walked past to get something off a shelf he said, "white skin."
Heidi and I exchanged a look, like, "did that really just happen?" The guys bought his stuff and left, and I said to Heidi, "Ummm... White skin?" Then I looked out the window to see him get in his car and drive off and I said, "hmmm, I thought he died in a bunker in 1945."
This morning started off very early, I woke up at 5:00 am because Andrew was crying. I went in and got him back in his normal position in bed and tucked him in and he went right back to sleep. I got back into bed and as I was just about to fall asleep again, I sat bolt upright and said aloud, "The scanners have to be plugged directly into the computer, and not run through the USB hub, THAT'S why they aren't working!!" Then I fell asleep again. A few hours later on my way to work, I was driving along listening to a Sesame Street Singalong for Andrew, and went to take a sip of my coffee when the cup slipped and the lid fell off and I spilled coffee all down my front and lap, burning myself pretty well, and making for an uncomfortably wet lap.
I got to work and handed Andrew off to my sister and went to the bathroom to run my clothes under the hand dryer until they weren't so soggy. Thankfully I had extra jeans and a shirt in there. I changed, and went out ready to start my day of work. It was a fairly crazy busy day, and the day was zooming by, thankfully with working barcode scanners at every till.
At one point, a customer who has been coming in for the past 15 years came in. He said to me, "you changed your hair." I replied in a pleased tone, "Yes, I did." He says, "There's no such thing as too much blond you know." Realizing he didn't care for my red streaks as much as I do, I said, "I was just ready for something a little different." He says, "I blame it on a lack of adult make supervision." At this point I was sure I must not have heard him correctly, so I asked him what he said, and he repeated it. I said, "oh, well my husband likes it." He says, "I'll have a talk with him."
I didn't say a word. Instead I just mentally envisioned what that conversation would be like...
When I got home tonight I warned Matt that a customer wanted to have a talk with him because he shouldn't like the red in my hair. I guess he will need to learn how to control his woman better! Hahahahahaha