This afternoon I went to Borders. As I was working my way to the children’s section I noticed a couple of women doing some face painting. Of course Squidge made a bee-line for the table. One of the women looked familiar and as I said hello she said something about the fact that I looked familiar to her. We finally worked out that we knew each other from one of the toddler groups I used to attend. Turns out she wrote a little book(let) about things to do in the Manchester/Northwest area w/ toddlers. I was initially really excited about buying the book. I chatted with her a little bit as Squidge got her face painted then I went to the children section to read some books.
As I was sitting there reading the books Squidge would bring me my mind wandered to the toddler group and the mums. I looked at the inside of the book and there was a picture of the 3 women who put the book together. It suddenly clicked and I remember that I stopped going because of some cliquey snobby women who made me feel uncomfortable and unwanted and there they were in the book. I was really torn. I really would love the book but didn’t want to support these women that wouldn’t talk to me. I just remember them as being really into themselves and not really engaging w/ anyone else. They would stand in front of the tea table chatting away and you would have to shimmy around them just to grab a cup of tea. Now I’m not saying that I want/need every mum at a toddler group to great me with open arms. These women just made me feel like shit and here they were being super friendly. Amazing how your attitude can change when you have something to hawk. In the end I left the book behind. Screw em! You reap what you sow and if they had been even the teeniest bit nice/friendly I would have been more than happy to support them.
I’m pissed off that they wrote the book because I can’t justify buying it even though I would have loved to have that type of reference material at my finger tips. I might just put together a little list of my own and print it out. I flipped through the book and most of the places they listed were places I had been to or heard of so it would just be a case of organizing it.
The moral of the story is always be nice to people…