Smokin'

I was doing my leisurely stroll through the grocery store tonight when I saw him. 

He was by the smoked meats. 

He was wearing an "I (heart) Hot Moms" t-shirt. 

Ugh.

How clever.

Then I noticed that he was shopping with a rather plump woman.

He was not, as I had presumed, single.

He was deeply enough into a relationship with an actual woman to be picking out smoked meats with her at the grocery store on a Friday night.

My mind quickly fired off a barrage of judgmental thoughts, stated Jeopardy! style, in the form of questions:

Does his wife/mother-of-his-children take his idiotic shirt as some sort of compliment?! 

Why would any self-respecting woman be caught dead with a guy like that?

What sort of message is he sending to his children?!

Then I realized that the woman he was shopping with was, in fact, his mother.

I retracted my initial ugh, replaced it with an eww, and promptly left the meat department.