I just need jeans!

"Would you like to buy a second pair of jeans for 50% off?"

"No, thank you."

"How about a shirt or other clothes?"

"No, just these please"

"Are you sure? This sale is just this weekend."

"Yes, I'm sure.  Thank you"

I refrained...  I refrained from saying this.  No!  No, I don't want a second pair of jeans because I just need a pair to get me through until I lose the baby weight.  You see, I was pregnant, and I went full-term allowing me to gain all of the weight and then my baby died.  And now I just need a pair of jeans so I don't have to wear these freaking maternity pants that remind me every single day that I had a baby and he died.  

I refrained.  

"Would you like to sign up for the rewards card?"

"No, thank you."

"But it's easy, and you could save 15% on your birthday."

"No, thank you."

I refrained...  I don't care about saving money or my birthday.  None of it matters right now.  My baby died!  Don't you understand?  I just need to pay for these jeans so I can take the maternity pants I am currently wearing and hate so much and put them in the room with all the baby things and close the door.  

I refrained.

Maybe this is why I don't go shopping alone... nobody to field the day to day chit chat that clearly I can't handle.