I found a poor sweet girl wandering the baby section at Big W today, looking forlorn and desperate. She kept flitting between onesies and socks with crippling indecision. Eventually she pulled out her phone to make a call. I eavesdropped, of course. Because nosy.
“Hi hun, that baby shower thing is this weekend and I’m staring at baby stuff and I have no idea what you’re supposed to get. What do I do!?” she whimpered.
I felt a maternal surge. This girl needed help and I was going to give it. I stepped out from between the racks of singlets like an el creapo stalker. “Do you want some help?”