You: ShopRite shopper in a black "Mama for Obama" t-shirt. Me: Wrestling a box of Lucky Charms out of my three-year-old's hands. You brought back her twin sister from two aisles over and asked if she belonged to me. I said yes and you smiled. Did we have a connection? I'll be shopping there again tomorrow.
You: One of countless women. Me: Pushing a double stroller. You remarked you always wanted twins. Call me and we'll discuss terms.
You: Hospital intake clerk wearing a blue top and slacks. Me: Dad with the three girls, the oldest with a broken arm. You said, "Haven't I seen you before?" I didn't know if you were trying to pick me up or simply remarking that it was our third visit this summer. Reply to negligentdad352 if the former.
You: Child Protective Services caseworker in a grey pantsuit. Me: Man who answered the door. We talked for some time about me and my kids. You asked if their mom was around much. I said no and winked. You wrote something on your clipboard. I hope I earned a return visit!