"Model Agent" at Target
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About a year ago, I waddled my pregnant self around Target, pushing my young son sitting in the larger part of the buggy. I was looking for some sandals for he and I when out of the blue this woman walked up to me inquiring about my son.
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"Model Agent" at Target

by Texmexlover

About a year ago, I waddled my pregnant self around Target, pushing my young son sitting in the larger part of the buggy.

I was looking for some sandals for he and I when out of the blue this woman walked up to me inquiring about my son.

Typically, I'm used to strangers commenting on my son's appearance because 1) we live in a heavily populated Asian area and 2) my son has platinum blonde hair with sea blue eyes.

He looks like a mini viking.

Anyway, this woman brushed her hand through my son's hair, which immediately set this very pregnant and very hormonal mama bear on edge.

As she touched his hair, she asked, "How old is this precious boy?" I carefully answered, "He's four, and please don't touch his hair again."

"Do you know how handsome he is?"

This question unnerved me because up to this point, my son was looking down at my phone. She never saw his face, just the top/back of his head.

He had earned some screen time for good behavior, so once he got my phone, his eyes were glued to it and hadn't looked up--even when we passed the dollar aisle,

which is usually his favorite spot!

I replied, "Thank you, he is very handsome".

"How much does he weigh?"

"Excuse me?" That was certainly a first for that question!

"I'm curious because I'm an agent for child models and I think your son would be the perfect fit for my agency."

She hands me a card with no name of any agency, or even a name. It was just a number.

"If you think you'd be interested in letting him model, just send me a few texts with his pictures and we can get the ball rolling on drafting a contract."

I politely declined and started to push my basket so that I could pass her. That's when she put her hand on my basket and kept on.

"How far along are you?"

"I'm very close to my due date, now please excuse me so we can finish our shopping."

This woman wouldn't let go of my buggy!

"I bet it's becoming more difficult for you to move around quickly, huh?"

That's when Mama Bear Syndrome kicked in and I switched from polite, quiet lady to Bat Shit Crazy Mom.

I am a former cheerleader and can project my voice so I did just that. I knew in that instant that my son was in danger and I needed to cause a scene.

I just knew that she was not alone and I just knew in my gut that she had help nearby, though I never saw anyone.

She was too close to my son and as large as I was, I knew if she grabbed him, I would have a difficult time getting to him, so this was my only option.

I became hysterical and started knocking shoe boxes off the shelf and with the loudest, cheerleading projection I could muster I yelled, "Lady, I have already said 'no',

I have already asked you to please step aside for me to pass and you are making me incredibly uncomfortable.

If you do not move aside and leave me the f*** alone, I will scream at the top of my lungs!"

She immediately let go of my cart and backed off. My son thankfully was still completely oblivious to what was happening.

I continued to stare her down and kept loudly saying, "walk away! Back up! Get away from me!" I continued to scream and throw shoes, creating the biggest mess I could.

Once she backed far enough away, she turned and started running the opposite direction, followed by another man that was actually behind me but on the next aisle over!

Employees and security were running towards me to see what was wrong while one security personnel ran after the couple.

They called the police and I gave a statement. My son thankfully continued to play his game the entire time.

It was by complete divine intervention that he did because I never scream or behave like that, so it should have been alarming to him.

He didn't even notice anything was up until the police showed up and was excited to sit in a cop car and get a badge sticker.

I still shop at that Target, but now I make sure to be more aware of my surroundings. My son always asks when the police are come shopping with us again.

What could have ended up being the worst day of my life, ended with me gaining a whole new appreciation for all that I have.

I'm happy to answer any questions.

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