The Blue Hanger Chronicles; Chapter 2-Oh No, She Didn't!

As you know, I'm a Blue Hanger junkie. I love it. I'm there.

To many of you, I'm sure it'd be an awful place to be, a hell on Earth truly.

I can say this with all certainty. It's amusing to me, by the way, that I am quite eager to make the place I love so much seem like such an awful hellhole for the rest of you.

Really, it is. But I guess I can stand the heat.

Here are some bonafide things I've witnessed and as I did, I thought to myself..."oh no, she didn't!".

This first one has happened so many times, I can't even begin to consider a number. Many moms shop at the Blue Hanger with their kids. Many moms obviously leave their diaper bags in the car or possibly at home. I cannot begin to speculate. What I probably should have said a half dozen times, if only my gag reflex weren't in overdrive is.."CHANGE YOUR KIDS FREAKING DIAPER!!".

I'm sorry, but the notion of buying someone's second hand clothing is tolerable to me.
I can go with the flow...maybe some chick sweated in this shirt or spilled some sauce on it. No biggie, really, in the grand scheme of things. I cannot, though, shop with the stench of soiled diaper in the air. I'm already overlooking the stained floor, the less than stellar ambiance, the rickety shopping equipment. The last thing I need is some crying baby in a cart next to me, reeking of fouled diaper, as I frantically search for designer cast offs! Get a diaper, some wipes, and get the hell out of my way!

The second thing I've witnessed isn't really a big deal to me, as a mom of three, but even still, when it happens in public, I'm always apt to do a double take. I"m sure my eyes bug out a bit before I catch myself and regain composure. Several times, babies have been fussing, and moms have picked them up, right there in the aisle and lifted their shirts to let the babies nurse. I'm ALL about the breastfeeding. It truly is amazing. My boobs were working , bonafide National Geographic caliber breasts for sure, but again, when I'm searching for the diamond in the rough, I'm NOT expecting to see the 'motherload' right there in front of me! Find a private spot for God's sake. Nursing as you stand in front of the clothes I am dying to dig through isn't cool with me.

One of the most recent things I've witnessed should have probably sealed my demise at the Blue Hanger and the fact that I have since returned should prove to you how addicted I am, but this is truly something I experienced firsthand. As I was shopping, I looked over and saw a toddler in a buggy crying. Maybe her face was dirty and her bangs unevenly cut, as if she turned her head just as the scissors reached her forehead. I noticed her nose was running; thick and green and gooey and gross. About the time I realized that, the mom offhandedly reached over and wiped the snot from the baby's nose with her hands and then...brace yourself....FLUNG it onto the ground! Without missing a beat, she reached back into the pile of clothes to keep digging for her treasures. And with that, I think I puked a bit in my mouth that day. I was utterly flabbergasted. Yet, I shopped on.

Every time I'm there, I say to myself..."Oh no, she didn't" and more often than not...I realize I'm talking about myself for hanging around.

And still I shop.