I thought about deleting my earlier post about the weirdos who live in my borough. It makes me sound like I'm paranoid, I thought.
I took Lauren to school today a little early after a stop off at the bank. Lauren was walking beside me holding my hand and Lindsay was in the snugli. A woman in her late 60s suddenly swerved her Buick and pulled over. She frantically rolled down her window.
I moved Lauren to my left side, away from the car, and held her hand tightly. My right hand grasped my cellphone in my pocket, and my body stiffened. I fully expected to hear this was some sort of a medical emergency.
"Oh my God!" she exclaimed with a huge grin. "Your daughters are absolutely gorgeous!"
"Thanks." I replied casually.
"What's your name, honey?"
"I'm not supposed to talk to strangers," Lauren replied.
In the backseat of the Buick, she had a toddler carseat. I've got to assume that this woman is probably a Grandma...but maybe an Auntie. Even so, on what friggin planet do you stop your car to ask a 4-year-old what her name is? Creepy.