This is a true story.
It all went down at the grocery store checkout.
Me: Hi, how are you?! (To cashier)
Cashier: Good, how's your day going?
Me: Oh fine, I've been stripping all day so I'm tired.
Cashier: You've been stripping...?
Me: Yeah, that's why I look so dirty right now. I feel gross.
Cashier: That's understandable....(major hesitation).
Me: Usually my husband helps me, but he's at Disneyland today so he left me to strip by myself.
Cashier: Just STARES at me.
(At this point I realize he looks super uncomfortable and the older woman behind me is staring at me with her jaw slightly dropped.)
Me: Lightbulb moment and instant embarrassment.
Me: Oh no no NO! I'm so sorry! I restore furniture, I was using a CHEMICAL stripper to get old finish off, I'm not that kind of stripper...even though I'm sure they are very nice people, I'm a mom, this is my son....and I ramble until the cashier hands me my receipt and I bolt out of the store.
Bahhh.....I really don't think I can shop there again. Ever.
We need to move.
I'm blaming this whole embarrassing moment on all the chemicals I inhaled today.
Curse you acetone.
(And I thought of putting a picture on this post, but lets face it. There is no classy way to do that.)