I went to the grocery store today to stock up for the Boy's birthday parties. On the list...a watermelon. In case you haven't been to my local supermarket lately, the watermelons are sold from a big, waist-high bin. Since summer is fleeting so are watermelons. Therefore, the bin was less than half-full.
This posed a logistical problem.
I must have looked helpless and pathetic standing there. Either that or the employee assumed I was stealing several watermelons by hiding them under my shirt. Regardless of the reasoning, he approached me and offered assistance. He hoisted my melon of choice from the bin and placed it into my cart. Chivalry is not dead.
When I got to the register I was responsible for getting it from the cart to the cashier. Miraculously I did so without assistance. As I lifted the giant fruit from the cart I marveled at how heavy and awkward it was. I immediately glanced down at the bird's eye view of myself. I couldn't help but notice the resemblance.
As we were unpacking the groceries at home I (only half jokingly) suggested that Hubby tuck the watermelon into his shirt and go about his day. I thought some empathy would go far. He refused.
Out of curiousity I googled the average weight of a watermelon.
Three pounds.
Three measly pounds!
Just one of these babies alone weighs more than three pounds and there is still almost 2 months to go. Then there is the added weight of the placenta, fluids, and all that good stuff.
If this sounds like a desperate plea for sympathy...it is. Next time you carry a watermelon think of me.
No comments:
Post a Comment