She's Got the Way to Move Me

or why I will now wear a disguise to the grocery store.
So something happened today that I can only blame on being pregnant.  Normally, under these circumstances, I am certain I would have had more restraint.  but not today.  It's not that the setup wasn't there.  let's review the facts.
I have been known to have some , let's call them 'quirks,' about the appropriate preparation and consumption of certain foods. 
I may have a small obsession with pie in particular. 
This is a truly big time of year for me; I refer openly to November as "the Month of Pie."
Also, I may be experiencing the worst breast pain of life to date today. 
I was very hungry at the time. Hunger has been know to be a problem for me; my dear friend coined the phrase, "feed the bitch," or , "FTB," specifically because of some of my more alarming hungry moments.
Now let's set the stage.
It's a busy day at Tom Thumb. It's bustling with pre-Thanksgiving madness and full of endcaps dedicated to stuffing, sweet potatoes, cocoa...and pie.  I am on a mission with Little Man following close behind. All I really need is spinach, tomatoes and tart water packed cherries.  These cherries are the building blocks of my cherry pie.  There are no substitutes.  Alas, they are not to be found as I scan the baking and canned fruit aisles with what can only be described as perseveration.  I cannot accept the fact that there are no cherries to be found.  Finally, I realize they must be in the back.  Of course.  There's no need for alarm.  So I request assistance.  The gentleman offering his help looks at me like I am speaking a foreign language.
"Cherries?"
"Yes, like for a pie."
"Ooooh, you mean pie filling."

big mistake mister.

I felt my face turn bright red and my whole body flashed hot. I heard my hysterical voice...
"NO!  We do not use that crap! It's Thanksgiving! We have pies to make! How are there no cherries in this whole store??"
seriously.  out of control.

The man just stared at me. Little Man giggled.  Sheepishly, I looked up. in my very smallest voice, "I'm sorry,  I just need to make some pie."
Before security could be called, we checked out quickly and quietly.