The Steaks Are High!

, , , , | Working | July 3, 2020

My older daughter spent the night with my parents and we are meeting at a popular big box store that is well-known for their samples so I can pick her up.

I am less than a week from delivering my second child, but my bump is quite small. I also have no makeup on, have a youngish-looking face, and am wearing a giant shirt that conceals my belly.

Before I get to my parents, I notice one of the sample ladies is handing out filet mignon. I always crave red meat when I’m pregnant, so I’m thinking, “Score, free steak!”

I approach the sample lady, and the following ensues.

Me: “Hello! Could I please try that?”

The sample lady looks at me with suspicion.

Sample Lady: “Um… No.”

Me: “Oh, okay. Um, can I ask why?”

Sample Lady: *Dismissively* “You need a parent’s permission to try samples, and you’re obviously about sixteen.”

I stand there in shock for a minute. Coincidentally, my parents are about five feet away with my toddler at the moment.

Me: “Ma’am, I know you’re just doing your job, but—”

I pull my shirt tight over my belly.

Me: “—I’m nine months pregnant and twenty-seven years old. But, if you need my parent’s permission, there they are, right there.”

Sample Lady: *Embarrassed* “Oh, my goodness, I’m so sorry. Here, have two pieces!”

The sample lady and I had a good laugh over it — and so did my husband and parents, once I told them — and I got my free steak. My baby came three days later and we’re all good!

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