Checking me out.

Just back from a quick whip to the shop for Friday night supplies. But, I got *that* man at the checkouts again.
Last time he asked if I was having a big party (well, it is better value in these credit crunching times to buy the BIGGEST bottle ).
Tonight he said, "So, you've just finished work?", I immediately responded, "I don't work", but then felt I had said the wrong thing. I could tell this man was looking at me as though I was some scrounging benefits types. Cripes! I couldn't have that and back tracked with, "I am a housewife", which he responded with a look of scorn. For some reason I felt I had to continue to justify my existence to this man and commented, "And it was allot easier when I did go to work".

Why the hell did I do that? I have a degree and a post grad. I have chosen to bring up my children. Why say I am a housewife? I am a lousy housewife. Why on Earth couldn't I just look down my nose at this man and give him a withering look when he tries to speak to me. You know the one I need - the one that says "Don't talk to me, you are so beneath me that you are lucky to scan my tonic and chocolate". (I can tell you why, I had spilt my dinner down my top and only noticed when he was talking to me. Of course I nonchalantly tried to hide the curry with my Radley purse - I think it worked.....!)