What SAHMs Do...

So, I was sitting at a cafe and bakeshop, basking in the sun and enjoying my apple & raspberry muffin with Cole in the pram beside me (YES. This is what stay at home moms do all day everyday).

This lady parked her car in the intersection, hopped out and frantically starting asking where the pharmacy was between 7th and 8th Avenue in Maylands. Now, imagine Amy Winehouse with short hair, in about 40 years, after losing 20 kg, and with an Aussie accent. "I need to get there right away! Excuse me, where's the pharmacy between 7th and 8th avenue? It's urgent. Where's the pharmacy? I need to get there right away". I told her that there was a pharmacy on 8th Avenue, or that she should try Guildford Road -- there may be one between 7th and 8th Avenue. To which she retorted "I've tried Guildford Road. I need to get there right away. It's urgent. Maybe these ladies will know?". She asked a couple of ladies, she asked a male passer-by, she was stopping anyone and everyone. Did I mention that she parked her car IN THE intersection? Ok, so I said again, "I just live over the road and I know this area pretty well, I'm sure you'll want to try on Guildford just left there and right at the lights". She asked the boy on the bike. And, oddly enough, giving her the same info that I did, she believed him and sped off. Now, what was that? I tried to think why she would need a pharmacy, this pharmacy, so urgently. Was there a clearance sale of ritalin? Did they tell her that there was only one electric orange hair dye left and they were expecting a geriatric tour bus any minute? Were the trashy romance novels buy one get one free?? Did Michael Jackson's pharmacist move to Maylands and take on new red-haired-drag-makeup-oxycontin-addicted clients? I will never know.

Please please. If I ever look like a 60 year old Amy Winehouse, do something about it. You don't even have to be discreet about it. Just tell me that I'm looking very Amy-Winehouse-in-40-years-ish-with-Priscilla-Queen-facepaint and I think I'll get the point.
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