I So Did Not Need To Know That

I try to keep this blog family friendly but the following story must be told.

So today I went to the farmer's market style store where I've been getting most of my fruits and vegetables. With my toddler and my seven week old in tow I entered the check out line. The woman in front of me had several things including corn dogs.

G: Hockey dogs!
Me: Yep.
G: Those my hockey dogs?
Me: No, they are hers.
Her: (Turning around) Do you like corn dogs?
G: Oh yes!
Her: (lifting up a huge dog bone) I'm also getting this for my dog. She'll love it.
Me: Oh, our dog would love that.
Her: What kind of dog do you have?
Me: A golden retriever.
Her: I have a miniature Australian shepherd*. She's is so spoiled.
Me: Our dog is pretty spoiled too.
Her: I love her so much. I'd rather have my dog than *insert word for male appendage here*.

Okay, now, you have to actually insert the word and say the whole sentence out loud or something. I think that is the only way to actually get the effect. I. Could. Not. Believe. It. Now, I am certainly not the most modest individual. I'll talk about a plethora of topics. And I am surrounded by lots of male appendages given the fact that I am the sole female in this house and that includes my dog and cat. But, to inform a complete and total stranger who has a two year old--who repeats everything--in her cart that you'd rather have your dog than, well, that...I was floored. To say the least. I stood there and kind of felt perplexed and wondered what I was supposed to say in response to that.

So I said nothing and she said, "I have to see your baby." I jumped at the chance to change the subject. Anything to keep me from discussing dogs vs. men with a total stranger. All the while I was thinking, Can I blog about this? No. Well, maybe. No. Yes? I have got to call my mom.


*I cannot actually remember what she said she had because the events that followed shocked that particular bit of information right out of my memory. I know it was a miniature something or other.