Don't Label Yourself
I couldn't figure out why everyone was looking at us. Were we not welcome here? I thought public rest stops saw all kinds, and yet everyone seemed to be trying to read us. It was very strange.

I just ushered my son in and out of there quickly, nodding at all the curious pedestrians with forced politeness. I never realized what their problem was until I returned to the car and my hubby pointed out the chest tag I was wearing.

Seems I'd forgotten to remove my sticker, and people were indeed trying to read me.

This was quite a different experience than the time my hubster had jokingly put a sticker on the crotch of my jeans that said something like, "Good Lovin'". I forgot that it was there and went to my son's Tae Kwon Do tournament.

My dearest hubby swears the sticker was folded over and no one could have seen what it said, but I have no choice but to not believe him... I couldn't get anyone to look right at me all day.

What's worse? No one told me I had a sticker on my coochie.
- posted by Ginxy @ 4/05/2004 05:34:00 AM