It's a special kind of friend you can call on a Saturday morning and, without even so much as a hello, shriek:
I'm in the baby department and Walmart and my head just exploded.
Who KNEW that buying baby shower gifts were so incredibly difficult? All that cute, rounded up in one corner of a mass-market consumerism mecca! Hats with ears and mittens to prevent babies from scratching out their eyes and ONESIES! Come on, we all know what kind of soft-spot I've got going for outfits that are a top and a bottom joined together, made out of terry cloth!
So after she talked me down and reminded me that I just needed to focus, I abandoned my mission to buy gender-neutral baby basics (find out what it is, already!) and carried on with my list of to-dos.
I picked up oven cleaner, a sports bra, some paper towels and then:
Windshield washer fluid.
Okay, so as if it wasn't bad enough to venture into the unknown realm of Diaper Land- now I had to go to the opposite end of the store, another no-Megans land.
The Automotive Department.
But I put on my Big-Girl Pants, sucked it up, and- unassisted, might I add!- I selected, paid for and refilled the windshield washer fluid in my car.
For a girl who didn't pump her own gas until she was nearly 21, that is a mighty feat indeed.
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