“Miss! Your tail!” the lady behind me called out, touching my elbow.
I looked behind me and sure enough, my insulin pump tubing – my tail – had come loose from underneath my shirt and wrapped itself around the metal shelving at CVS. I was two steps away from pulling out my site, three steps away from jacking up the shelf of Maybelline cosmetics.
“Thank you!” I said, walking back quickly and disengaging my tubing from the shelf, not before knocking over a display of wide-eyed Beanie Boos.
Awkwardness. Maybe she’s born with it. Maybe it’s diabetes.