I’m not sure what’s worse
The strange old lady trying to rub my belly at the gas station or the crotchety cashier at Hobby Lobby telling me “oh I didn’t notice you were pregnant” when I asked for help carrying out a piece of furniture. I need a comfortable medium, and a foot rub but that’s another rant for another day.
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