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I should feel bad about this, but I don’t
I went to the grocery store today.
In my barn jacket, which hasn’t been washed in a few weeks. And my muck boots, which are, well, muck boots.
After a five-hour shift at the barn, too. I didn’t even have the decency to stop on the way out. No, I waited until after I cleaned up the hay shed and groomed a few horses and hauled a muddy hose around and groomed some babies. The babies, of course, tried to eat my jacket and hat and hair. It wasn’t until the third one tried to eat my jeans pocket that I realized the problem: one should never clean the hay shed before grooming babies. They think you’re a walking snack.
I could claim I wasn’t thinking when I dragged my tired, stinky, dirt-and-hay covered self into the grocery store, but that wouldn’t be true.
I was thinking.
I was thinking how good salt and vinegar chips would be.
And I was right. They’re yummy.
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Yep, we’ve overcome our shame more than once. The folks at the grocery store, home depot, blockbuster and many more have gotten used to our grubby attire, as long as we’re buying and not tracking mud, they don’t seem to care!
Ah, it helps knowing I’m not the only one. Also, if that plumber I saw in the store last night can walk around with no shame… well… what’s a little honest grunge compared to an overly-heavy tool belt?
On Dec 29, 2006, Learninghorses said:
I have no shame upon entering the store in gross barn clothing. Last night it was for chicken and mac & cheese. It was yummy and worth every odd stare.