“Hello ladies!” I greeted the 3 women sitting at the table in the break room when I walked in to heat up my lunch.
“Hi Barista! How are you today?” Mama Bear piped up. “Got any cupcakes?”
“I’m good, how are you? And no, no cupcakes today.” I smiled. If I had a quarter…you know the drill.
“Good, good.”
I turned to the microwave and watched my beef stew leftovers go around and around in that circle for nearly 4 minutes while listening to the conversation going on at the table behind me. The women – ranging in age from 35 to about 55 – were talking about hitting up a club this Saturday night. I chuckled to myself as they talked.
“What are you making over there?”
“It’s like a beef stew with red wine sauce,” I responded.
“No wonder you’re always smiling so big! You’re all doped up on the wine from your food! Do you have babies, Barista?” Mama Bear, the oldest of the group, asked me.
“Oh hell no!” I laughed. This is my typical response any time someone asks me if I have kids. “And it’s not the wine, I’m just a happy girl.”
“I always tell her that her kids will be mad at her when she has them because she’ll refuse to make them cupcakes!” The youngest of the 3 laughed as she recounted what she has told me at least 50 times.
“You don’t want babies, Barista? Why don’t you want babies?”
“Oh, I do. I just want to find a husband first.” They were all three staring at me and I felt like I was being interrogated.
“You don’t have a boyfriend?”
“No, ma’am.”
“You’re too picky, that’s why,” Mama Bear said.
“That’s not true. I just haven’t met the right one yet.”
“Would you have my son’s baby?” Mama Bear asked me.
“Huh?” I did a double take.
“Seriously! Would you have my son’s baby? Why not have his baby?”
“Ummm…he’s a little young, don’t you think?”
“Girl, he’s almost 25! And he loooves older women!” Mama Bear was making me laugh.
“All those young boys do! But those situations never work for me.”
“Don’t tell him I said that, now. I just want a grandbaby.” They all laughed.
“Don’t worry, Mama Bear. I’m not about to go tell your son that you think I should have his baby.” And with that I escaped from the break room so fast I left a trail of smoke.
that was creepy yet, a compliment lol.
Yeah….that was wierd. LOL!!!!
Now how does she know if you’re being too picky. I hate when folks say stupid shit.