We do our grocery shopping in three places: Whole Foods (to get things we can’t get other places), Safeway, and Sprouts. Yesterday, we were picking up a couple of things in Whole Foods, and as usual, Master was letting me sample all the tasty things they leave on the sample tables.
We had just gotten to the pasta aisle (they sell one pasta type there I can’t get other places), and when we finished, we exited the aisle. At the end of the aisle was a woman who was sampling her pasta sauce.
“Hey! I’ve got some sauce for all that pasta you just bought!”
We giggled. I asked Master if I could sample it. He said loudly that I could, but told the nice woman behind the table that he was Italian, and if his mother caught him buying ready made pasta sauce, that she’d never let him hear the end of it.
The sauce was SO good. It had artichokes in it, and onions, and chunks of tomatoes! All things which Master does not like. I complimented the sauce a couple of times, and as we were turning to walk away, Master asked me if I wanted to get a bottle so I could eat it when he wasn’t around (like lunch time, or when he works late).
I didn’t want to beg without his leave to do so. I don’t like begging in general unless I’m told to, because I think it comes across as whiny, and I don’t want to seem whiny at all. I stammered a bit, because he put me on the spot and I didn’t know what to say. After thirty seconds or so, he looked at me and said:
“Go ahead Kitty, you can get a bottle!”
I bounced and proclaimed “Yay!” And went over to the table, asking the nice lady for a bottle of her “mild” sauce, please and thank you.
The woman said: “Oh! Thank you so much for buying my sauce! And thank your Dad for being open minded enough to let you get it!”
Master turned around so quickly I couldn’t believe it.
To be fair to the sweet old lady selling her sauce, this is not the first time that someone has mistaken me for Master’s daughter. Poor Master. In fact, sometimes I am denied alcoholic drinks out at restaurants, even when I have my ID. I felt myself blush scarlet, and I corrected her, telling her that Master was in fact my husband.
It was the woman’s turn to turn scarlet. She apologized to Master, and then did what everyone who makes that mistake always does. She tried to cheer me up about looking so young.
“Don’t worry, when you’re older that’ll come in handy.
Future reference to anyone who is thinking of trying to cheer me up about the fact that I look young: I need no cheering. I enjoy looking younger than my age. Here is hoping that once I get to be 90, I don’t look a day over 85.
Poor Master. While he has admitted he may be into age play, he still doesn’t want to be called Daddy. Not by me, and certainly not the sales clerk. While we were walking out of the store, Master brought up that there was probably a big reason why she assumed that I was Master’s daughter, and not his wife. Most “traditional” relationships nowadays don’t have the woman deferring to the man in all decisions like Master and me. So most women probably would have taken the sauce and just put it in her cart without asking her husband. We both think that there’s a good chance that the power exchange dynamic was misinterpreted when Master asked me if I’d like a bottle of the sauce.
There is also the fact that I do not wear a wedding ring, not a traditional one, anyway. My locked on collar serves that purpose for us both nicely, although truthfully you’d need to be in the lifestyle to know what it meant, and even then most who wear a collar also wear a wedding ring. To us though, the collar was more symbolic of our relationship and we didn’t want a traditional ring. (For the record though, I did get Master a traditional ring).
Then, there is the fact that my kitty ears make me look far younger than I am as well. As sad as it is to admit, most twenty five year old women aren’t as comfortable wearing kitty ears as I am. Still, I know there are plenty of you out there who are (winks), it’s just that you’re all scattered throughout the world, and not all in my town.
And then, there’s the fact that I do look pretty young. Love you anyway, Master! <3