On the way back from the pediatrician, I stopped by the pharmacy to get some breast pads for Olga. There were a couple of people in the shop already. The cashier was busy helping a really old grandma (120 years old or so) to select the hair dye that would make her look 100 years old. They were moving around the stands and talking in Greek, pointing there fingers at any box that had more than black and white colors on it. Yup, including condoms.
By the cash machine there was a middle aged mother with 4 year old kid on her hands. She was just standing there, waiting for the cashier to return. She looked bored and tired.
I came in and, since this is a very familiar pharmacy, marched straight to the stand with breast pads and grabbed the Chicco box. I came by to the cash machine and put out exactly 3.50 CYP, which is how much those pads cost. I know because I already purchased them a couple of times there. It was pretty much a routine for me.
And than I saw the look on the mother’s face. She was staring at me. No etiquette, no politeness, no social rules, nothing – simple, direct stare. She looked at me in general. Than she measured me. Than she inspected my breast with her blank stare. I sware, she had to physically restrain herself from touching my breasts to see if I am wearing a bra with some breast pads in it. Fortunately, I wasn’t.
I gave her a right eye wink, smiled at her, nodded to the cashier and left. This was fun! I think I will remember her face for some time now…