He didn't serve me.
In the car, after dinner, I found my ID. In my wallet. Hiding behind another card.
A few weeks ago, I went to a Babysitter Mixer with Julie. If you haven't been to one of these, it is like speed dating for childcare options. Helpful if you don't know any sitters, and are uncomfortable approaching random people on the street and asking, "Hey! Would you like to tube feed my child?" Instead, it went something like this:
"Hi! My name is Kyla, I have a 7 year old and 4 year old. My 4 year old has special medical needs; feeding tube, various medications, asthma, food allergy, epipen. Are you comfortable with that sort of thing? We have a cat and a dog, are you okay with animals? Do you have CPR certification? Is transportation an issue for you? How much do you charge?"
Shockingly, I found quite a few takers and not a single person ran away screaming from my little introduction. One of the sitters is even going to college for a degree in Special Education. SCORE!
However, I was mistaken for a sitter THREE times. The last one takes the cake, though. This conversation was between, me, Julie, and Julie's friend.
Julie's friend: I didn't get a chance to meet you, what's your name?
Me: Kyla, I'm here with Julie.
Julie's friend: Oh! How did you meet?
Me and Julie: Online.
Julie's friend: Did you find any good job prospects (thinking I'm a sitter)?
Me: Oh! No. I'm a mom looking for a sitter.
Julie's friend: Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry, but I was thinking GOOD LORD, WHY IS JULIE PICKING UP TEENAGERS ONLINE?!
Last night I had training for volunteering in the pediatric ER. Most of us were there early, but we had to wait until 15 after to start, in case any stragglers showed at the last minute.
As we were waiting, the other volunteers, who happened to all be junior volunteers, started discussing what HIGH SCHOOLS they attended. Everyone named the school they attended, while I sat there quietly, and then they all looked at me and waited, expecting me to name my high school, too.
The girl next to me said, "Well, where do you go to school? Wait--do you go to school? You do, right?"
I said, "Well, not to high school, but I'm a college student, a premed."
Everyone looked surprised and a few people said, "You don't LOOK like you are in college already."
I said, "Yeah, I'm married and have two kids, too."
Their jaws collectively hit the conference table.