Check out what happened a couple days ago. I took my birthday off and cashed in a spa gift certificate. A nice 2 hour break from thangs. "Treat yourself, don't cheat yourself," as Mac Dre would say. So I'm hanging around the pre-massage "library" area with the granola snacks and pitchers of water when I overhear two older white ladies talking about a childcare facility that lost its license. My ears perk up a bit and I hear one of the women talk about how her daughter is taking one of the kids in temporarily. Then I hear her describe the child:
Woman in Robe: "He looks Hispanic, or um um um (searching for the right word)..."
Me: Cowering naked under my robe, waiting for the "Oriental" bomb to drop
Woman in Robe: "....part Filipino, or Korean..."
Me: Whew! Thank Buddha...
Woman in Robe: "..but he looks like a NORMAL baby."
Me: WTF?? Oh HELLS NO.
What would you have done? I thought it gauche to interrupt an A-B convo to yell at her ("What the hell is 'Normal' you racist, privileged beeatch?!") especially when I'm supposed to be relaxing. I dislike when strangers overhear my convos and feel the need to pipe in. I took it as a good reminder that some people still visualize 'normalcy' as not what your baby looks like.
And that same day, Maceo came down with Roseola. Sometimes ya just can't win.