Sort of “pushy”

The guy behind me in Costco looked at my 4 daughters in line with me and said, “Woo wouldn’t want to be you…What do you do with your free time,” he finished sarcastically. The woman behind him , or with him, was very uncomfortable. My daughters, like a small flock of meercats were all eyes on me.
I tried to just laugh it off…. ,”Oh this is just half of them.”
“Oh man, I bet you have no free time”

well…ya know meercats and all… I had to answer..
“hmmm… my free time? Well for starters…
I do photography.
I paint.
I write.
I make toys.
I spin.
I have a website.
I garden.
I sew.
I lead a community based group each week which I also cook everything for.
I make artisan ice cream.
I run a micro dairy.
I read….hmmm…I am sure there is more, I just can’t think of it all just now…” I admit my one eyebrow was a bit higher than the other as I long looked him.
“Oh you farm,” he said with disdain. He said it as if that explained it all. Almost as if that nullified something. But this is Coscto and I don’t care how rude someone is or how flipping hot it is outside… I have a 20minute race to the exit I try and keep. I mean, I have standards (smirk).
The woman behind him was a nervous laughing wreck, “hahhahahaha he said your ‘free time'”.
All the meercats were at full attention.
“Oh I heard him… my ‘busy time’ is a whole different story….

Funny moral of this story I noticed at the very last second as I was handed my receipt:

People should not give looks of disdain to women who proudly lead strong lives….These same people should not judge or question what I do with my free time when all they hold in their arms is a Costco sized box of Preparation H. Maybe our free time isn’t what we should be discussing in that moment.