We're at the party store and all three girls are in the matchy matchy outfits the older girls picked out at Cos*co. The Newbie is scared of the balloons being inflated from the big helium cannisters. The older girls are comforting her, "It's ok sissy. It's ok." Then the dude behind the register looks at all of us and asks,"Are they all yours?" Well, duh. Instead of a lecture, I just say,"Um, yeah." with the attitude of how stupid are you really? At least he didn't ask any more questions after that.
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Ugh, I hate this, it happens to me all the time--are YOU their mother?
I wish stupid people would keep their stupid thoughts to themselves.
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