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i don’t mean my mom though.
wait… my mom is fun (Thank God ), but i’m not talking about her.

i’m talking about mothers in general.

i was at Loblaws and Chapters this afternoon just hanging out. (… not that the grocery store is a ‘hang out’ spot.. i was just walking around waiting until my digital pics were printed.)

There seemed to be a lot of ‘mothers’ around with their young children.
I dunno what was so fun about them… maybe cuz they were so chill.
Like at Chapters, two women were having a full out conversation about car seats while their children milled about, and the baby cried.

perhaps i’m just odd in that i find it funny when someone is holding a baby and not paying any real attention to it.
like the women in the conversation. After a while one of them picked up the crying boy and gave him a coffee cup and held him in one arm as she continued talking to her friend.

that’s no good

so i go towards it to pick it up, and as i walk over, i had a weird flashback to low budget commercials from the 1980s:

“If you see a needle, DONT TOUCH IT! call an adult”

so that stops me in my tracks.

i was actually running late, so i left the building, but when i came back it was still there, but someone had ‘kicked’ it off to the side.

i’d be considered an adult. I should pick it up. and dispose of it. …somehow… how do people dispose of needles anyway? if i throw it in the trash it might prick the garbageman… that’s no good.

so i left it.

but, the superintendent person was doing random cleaning that day, so i’m assuming she did something with it, cuz it was gone the next time i was in the lobby.