Leaving Easton that long takes some planning. And I'm always nervous about messing up my milk supply, so I brought my handy breast pump along on our date. Romantic, huh? So, in between dinner and the show I pumped in the car. (side note: the first time I ever used a breast pump was the only time where I felt completely embarrassed when I was all ALONE)
So, we drive off from dinner, and I'm feeling great about my pumping plan. "What a good mom," I think while we make our way to the show.
We had never been to this venue before, so we had our trusty GPS-lady-friend directing us. Apparently GPS-lady-friend also had never been there, because she told us to pull in to the wrong parking lot.
Realizing our mistake we pull a U-ey in the very small lot and head to the exit. JUST THEN, I notice a young man looking like he's locked out of his car, walking TOWARDS OUR CAR! But I'm still pumping-it-up inside. Ah! What do we do???
"Excuse me!" the guy outside calls out.
I turn to my husband who looks equally as stumped and shocked as I was feeling. I shout, "Drive! Drive! Drive!"
Gasp, that poor man! I could still hear him calling after us as we peeled out of the lot. He probably thought we were awful people! If he only knew I was attached to a milk-sucking-machine in there! But he'll never know...
SORRY, MAN!
I hope someone fully-clothed came to your rescue!

















