trying, but not really trying, to be a good role model every'wear'

I was at Target the other day looking for a new sports bra and I ran into a girl I knew in high school, like that wasn't awkward enough, and since I'm known to flee awkward situations before they happen, unfortunately I was caught off-guard by the new sports bras with padding in them (they make your boobs pointy, so if you ever want full support and secretly impersonate Madonna). Anyway, this new support system completely grabbed my attention and convinced me to start inspecting the fluffy insides of the bra. I heard my name behind the pajama pants rack and there is what's-her-name, yeah that's right. I don't remember her name. Don't even remember a friend we have in common. Or a class we had together. But there she is WITH HER KID!! I'm not even 22 yet, and SHE HAS A KID. . . of TODDLER age! While talking with What's-Her-Name and What's-Her-Name's-Third-Base-Oopsy I remember thinking this is why I flee these situations to begin with, because of superficial conversation. "Hi, how are you?" "Good. And you?" "Good. What have you been up to?" "Just finished school. And you?" "Working part-time at Walgreens." "Well, its good to have goals in life."

I think the conversation took a real turn up-hill when I told her open-eared youngling about how someday she too will be able to try on stiff sports bras.