It was steady and strong.
Today should have been Naomi’s first birthday party.
We should have had a cake smash.
A cute outfit.
Lots of pictures.
Instead I found myself in Walmart.
I wasn’t looking at party decor though;
I was picking up a memorial cross.
I didn’t like the flowers and ribbon they provided
so I headed to the floral section.
As I stood there staring at the fake flowers
a man come around the corner.
My basket was in the way so I told him he could move it.
A few seconds later he introduced himself,
told me how beautiful I was,
and asked if we could exchanged numbers.
Who does this?
Why was he on the flower aisle?
Where were his friends hiding?
My response: I have a family at home. 😂
I have so many questions,
but at the end of the night all I know is I got hit on
at Walmart
while I was looking at fake flowers
for my daughter’s grave
for her first “birthday.”
Can you get much more Walmart than that?
(Please note: While I joke about Walmart
I was shopping there so don’t get offended.)
