At nearly nine months pregnant during the dog days of summer, it was all I could do to go to the grocery store. One particular time, my husband went with me to help. After wandering the aisles choosing all that we needed, I was desperate for a break. I found a bench near the exit where I waited while my husband stood in line to pay.
I looked at my peachy colored dress that was large on even my girth. It wasn’t beautiful, but it sure was comfortable. I had reached the point in pregnancy where I no longer cared how large I looked and I had given up on trying to look attractive in any way in the sweltering July heat. I felt huge, melted and tired.
As I rested my tired feet I saw my husband coming from the cash register pushing the cart with bagged groceries. As he drew near me, I leapt up and joined him (maybe leapt isn't the right word). I began jabbering to him about our purchases and looked into the bags in the cart as we walked toward the exit. I noticed a couple of new things and wondered if he had left the line to pick them up.
“When did you get these?” and “Why did you get that?” and “Where is the rest of our stuff?” I asked. Then with a funny tingling sensation I realized this wasn’t our cart! He must have grabbed the wrong one at the end of the checkout area.
I drew in a sharp breath and said, “Wait, this isn’t our stuff.” I looked up to see his reaction and to my horror found that this wasn’t my husband! A strange man with coloring similar to my husband was looking at me with wide eyes and mouth agape. He hadn’t had a chance to get a word in, but had continued walking; no doubt in an attempt to escape the babbling, scary pregnant lady who had claimed him.
I stopped in my tracks to look behind me and there stood my husband at the cash register looking at me with quite the bemused expression. I quickly mumbled my apologies and waddled away as quickly as I could in the direction of my real husband.
I will never forget the supermarket matrimony mistake and I imagine somewhere in the world there is a dark haired man who will never forget it, either.