On Thursday, I went out at lunch to buy an aisle runner to set up on the volleyball court at the wedding site--we're not having chairs, but we want to have some sort of aisle to walk down.
While I was in line--the *long* line, surprisingly so for a Thursday afternoon--I got to talking to a woman in front of me, who greeted my reply of 'we're not planning on having kids' with a poleaxed look. What is it about marriage that automatically means children? That's not the case, not for a lot of people I know.
And *then*, when I was checking out, the girl behind the counter asked me, "Is this for a friend?" When I said, rather mildly, that it was for me, I got another one of those strange looks. You know the type, the 'YOU'RE getting married?!?' looks. What, fat girls can't get married? People who don't fit the blond, ultra-thin, drop-dead gorgeous mold aren't allowed to fall in love, get married, and be happy?
I'm still not really sure which of those irritated me more.
Posted by Liz at August 30, 2003 01:37 PMThey both deserve smacks onna head.
Posted by: Zou at August 31, 2003 03:10 PM