Last night, after some quick shopping at Geant (TunisCity’s hyper market), just after paying, putting everything back into the cart, and seating Adam in the cart’s child seat; a security guy came up to me, pointed at some point behind me and asked if the boy he was pointing at was my son.
What was really weird is that I actually turned around, looked at the boy and then replied that he wasn’t my son.
As I was saying the words, I realized how stupid and absent-minded that all was; I mean, I just seated my only son in the cart in front of me, but then there I was looking behind me to see if some other kid was my son.
Eman laughed her head off at me, joking that I must have some hidden secret.
All I could think of is “Damn, I really need that vacation!”