I have one. Do you?
She's a capri-clad mom who breezes by with an armload of wooden toys. She flashes me a smug smile. "Don't touch those, sweetie. Mommie's going to make a lot of money on Ebay today!"
She sees me flipping through the toddler dresses and cuts me off, mid-aisle. She doesn't even have any girls.
My kids are quietly looking at paperbacks nearby. "Oh, no, Ezekial!" her syrupy voice corrects. "We don't allow Magic Tree House in our home."
We pass one another at least once a week, yet all we offer is a silent nod. I'm developing an irrational dislike of a woman I don't even know.
I'm going to be really embarassed if she reads this blog.