Went to B&Q this evening to get a few bits for my soon to be new kitchen. Walking around, and notice the familiar red eyebrows and watery eyes on DD (6.5 months), and so pop off the the baby changing room which is also the female toilet.
Now she is a bit poorly at the moment, so her poo's are explosive, and she needed a full clothing change. Not 2 minutes after stepping inside and putting DD on the changing table, somebody knocks on the locked door, and asks if somebody is in there. I shout back that I am just changing my baby.
I can hear her talking to someone a few moments later, and tutting, so I try my best to hurry up and was quite impressed with my speed if I'm honest
Finish sorting DD out, wheel her out and there is a bloke stood in front of the men's toilet with a trolley and a little boy in there who can't have been more than 3. I smile at the bloke, and at that moment she comes out of the mens toilet, I look back at her and just get out the words "Sorry about..." and she cuts me off, and says "Who the fuck are you looking at, slow bint".
I looked at her partner and said "Wow, quite a catch you have there!" and walked off.
Now I'm home, and pondering this vile wretch - I honestly feel like I could have easily whacked her one. How dare she have a go at me for taking care of my daughter! I'll remind myself to leave her in a shitty nappy next time, so as to not inconvenience any B&Q yobs.
Come on, I should have wheeled DD into the next isle and ran back to the toilets to whack her with a cordless drill, no?