Incident at the grocery store

I want to tell you about one incident. It's hard to call it a story, of course. It's just a short episode from my life.

The evening went normally, we were taking care of the baby and sitting on the internet, and then we went to sleep. In the morning, I, of course, overslept until ten o'clock since it was a day off,

and my sister had already been doing something in the kitchen since seven and feeding the baby. When I came out into the hallway, she said.

"Come on, eat, sleepyhead, and let's go for a walk and to the store, we're running out of groceries."

The cashier at the register, a woman about thirty-five years old, saw my completely shaved pussy between the flaps of my fur coat and that I was completely naked and widened her eyes in surprise and couldn't say a word. For her, it was simply a shock. For several seconds or even a minute, she stared at me as if spellbound with her mouth half-open and said nothing.

"Sveta, do you have about three rubles in change?" I asked and turned to my sister.

"Let me check," my sister also taken aback by my behavior said with a slight delay, and opening her purse, she took out her wallet, pulled out two coins, and handed them to me.

"Here's one hundred fifty-three rubles," I said and handed them to the cashier.

She reached out her hand, raised her head, and looked at me. Taking the money, she ran her eyes over me again and, after printing the receipt, handed me a few kopecks in change. I took them and, out of habit, spreading the flaps of my fur coat, put them in the inner pocket, thereby once again demonstrating that under the coat I was completely naked.

The saleswoman apparently came to her senses and, to somehow defuse the situation and show us that she wasn't at all surprised or embarrassed, she smiled and said.

"Aren't you cold, young lady, walking around like that in winter?"

"I was just in a hurry and didn't have time to get dressed," I replied with a smirk and stepped aside to put the groceries in a bag.

Then Sveta paid, and we left the store together under the watchful gaze of the saleswoman, who, after watching us go, smiled and, turning around, began to ring up the next customer.

Sveta, of course, scolded me afterwards and said she wouldn't go shopping with me anymore, but within a week we were out walking together again and I was dressed the same way, though I didn't demonstrate it to anyone.

That's the short story that happened to me in mid-November.

Chelyabinsk Oblast.