“Thank you so much. Again, I’m so sorry.”
The cashier squinted her eyes like she was smiling but her mouth never actually moved. She hated me.
They all did.
“C’mon, Toby! Come with mommy!”
His little fingers grasped my largest two and we made toward the automatic door.
“Mother of the year, right there.”
What. “Mother of the year right there”?
You have got to be. fcking. kidding me.
I turned and glared at that little bitch.
“You’ve got some nerve. You know that?”
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