People are just snots sometimes

I've pretty much come to terms with the possibility that David and I may never have biological children. But even though I've come to grips with this, it doesn't make it easy when people are acting like snots. And snots is NOT the word I want to use, lol. I have a 'friend' that just insists on rubbing my nose in my infertility. And she is not ignorant of the situation. She knows fully about our struggle. So her asinine behavior isn't due to ignorance. When we go to a store that would have baby clothes, such as Target, Walmart, Belk, or any similar store, she always wants to look at the baby clothes. Mind you, she has no children of her own, and will never have any. She had the chance at children before, but decided to abort, then had a miscarriage, and then a hysterectomy. Karma?? I digress from the story.

The friend and I, I'll call her Kathy, were in Target this week. We were walking down the back main aisle, that takes you past the baby items on one side, and the household textiles on the other. I'm glancing at a comforter while walking when I hear the dreaded sound. "Awwwwww! B, you just gotta come and look at this!" I politely, but firmly, tell Kathy, "Nope, I'm not looking at baby clothes." Her reply was, "but you just gotta! It's too cute!" My response is to ignore her, glance to Heaven and say "Jesus", as a clue for God that I needed divine intervention to shut her up before I physically did. Did she get the clue when I refused to veer her direction? Did she get it when I refused to even look at her? Did she get it when I got a little louder with my last plea to Heaven? Nope, she didn't get it. Alex Trabec didn't have enough clues for this girl obviously. And what made it worse? In my attempt to ignore Kathy, I couldn't very well plug my ears without looking like a crazy person, so I did hear her running commentary. And what bothered me about the ESPN style rundown of the clothes you might ask? Well, it was comments like "I know y'all are trying and all, but if you finally ever have a baby, then I'll have one too." No, Kathy, you are NOT going to be a surrogate Aunt of our miracle baby when it comes. You are about to become the parent of an appendage that I've broken off in your rear.