Seriously... a Mammogram?????

So I went with the family to Home Depot tonight to get some outdoorsey stuff in our never ending attempt to make our house look nice, or at least not look like the slum house on the block since our across the street neighbor is completely insane about the way his yard looks (which is fantastic!). And Rob had to run out to check a on a tree to see if we were going to buy it. So I'm standing in the seed isle (which I realize now is kind of funny and symbolic), and the very nice, yet strange Depot worker pulls the safety gate across and steps inside my temporary cage. He explains that the aisle will only be closed for a minute or two and not to worry because he'll keep me company. OK... that was just weird. So he looks at Melly and starts doing baby talk to her. She looks at me as if to say, "you've got to be kidding". So he's asking her some questions, and she's answering away, I'm looking at seeds. He then turns his attention to me, which I was really hoping he wasn't going to, and starts babbling about his kids. He then comments on how girls are just talkers, and how he could tell from the Mammogram that the baby was going to be a girl because the mouth kept moving. I kind of pause for a minute, waiting for him to correct himself, then he says it AGAIN! Those Mammograms are really something how they can get some great detail. Seriously??? I am notorious for mixing up words, especially ones that kind of sound the same, but that may be a stretch. Needless to say, thankfully, the gate opened after that, Rob came back without a tree and we high tailed it out of The Depot to get home and watch Idol.