Dh & I were just settling into our seats on our usual afternoon commuter train, heading home tonight and looking forward to the weekend, when a brown-haired woman who seemed to be in her 30s plunked herself down in the seat beside me.
"Hi!" she said. "I was just wondering, do your kids go to [local name] school?"
I was taken aback. I paused.
I almost said, "Ummm, I don't HAVE any kids."
Instead I just said, "Ummm, no."
"You live in [town]?"
"Oh," she said. "I see you on the train every night, & I said to my friend, 'I know her from somewhere... she must be one of the moms from [school]."
I shook my head in bemusement, & dh said, "Well, not from the school, no." And she smiled & got up & returned to her nearby seat.
When we left the train that night, I said to dh, "So -- do you think I look like a mom from [name] school??"
"I could see you were having a tough time with that," he said.
It WAS a weird feeling. Having to confront not just the question, "Do you have kids?" but the outright assumption that I HAVE kids, AND that they go to a particular local school.
For just a brief second, if only in this woman's mind, I was "one of the moms." I was part of the club, the sisterhood. I was one of them.
And actually, she probably still thinks I am. I'm just not "one of the moms from [name] school."
(P.S. While she's sure she knows me from somewhere, I don't think I've ever seen her before in my life, except maybe on the train.)