Bomb Squeads and Lost Pregnancys
So, today on the way to work I saw a large square truck that had large letters on the side of it.
CHATHAM COUNTY BOMB SQUAD
For some reason that pleased me. It made me almost as happy as the day that I saw a truck that said “Cryogenics” on the side of it.
Yes, I’m easily amused. I can’t even tell you WHY the bomb squad truck amused me, but it did.
Meanwhile, I actually GOT to work and...it was work. I set myself upon one task in a neglected area of the store. My boss told me good job, then told me to go work elsewhere in the store.
I would go into more detail, but really, who cares? Its not like I have fun pet-store stories anymore or anything.
What I want to talk about is the lady that came through my line today. She looked horrible. Not “oh my god that lady is hideous” horrible but ‘oh my god, my best friend just died.’ horrible.
I said my usual, “Hi, how are you today,” as I was ringing her purchase and she started talking.
You know, as a whole, I hate customers, but today I felt like the friendly neighborhood barkeep as she poured her heart out to me.
She said she wasn’t doing so good, that she had just left the hospital where her friend was. Her friend who was 40 years old, and had just miscarried her child. It would have been her friends FIRST child. A child who would have had severe Downs Syndrome if it had been born. She said it was really a blessing that the child had miscarried, but she still felt horrible for her friend, and her fried felt worse of all.
She then went on to tell me that she had miscarried her own child 3 months ago so she knew what her friend was going through. She told me that the biggest difference was that her friends had been a natural pregnancy after years of trying, and her own child had been from having the expensive “getchapregnant” shots.
I’ve been thinking about that woman and her friend ever since.
I’ve always felt an ache for women who want so badly to have children, but can’t for some reason or another.
Its odd that I should sympathize for them, since I have no urge to have children of my own. Ever. I don’t know what its like to actually WANT a child, but I hurt for the people who want children but can’t have them.
CHATHAM COUNTY BOMB SQUAD
For some reason that pleased me. It made me almost as happy as the day that I saw a truck that said “Cryogenics” on the side of it.
Yes, I’m easily amused. I can’t even tell you WHY the bomb squad truck amused me, but it did.
Meanwhile, I actually GOT to work and...it was work. I set myself upon one task in a neglected area of the store. My boss told me good job, then told me to go work elsewhere in the store.
I would go into more detail, but really, who cares? Its not like I have fun pet-store stories anymore or anything.
What I want to talk about is the lady that came through my line today. She looked horrible. Not “oh my god that lady is hideous” horrible but ‘oh my god, my best friend just died.’ horrible.
I said my usual, “Hi, how are you today,” as I was ringing her purchase and she started talking.
You know, as a whole, I hate customers, but today I felt like the friendly neighborhood barkeep as she poured her heart out to me.
She said she wasn’t doing so good, that she had just left the hospital where her friend was. Her friend who was 40 years old, and had just miscarried her child. It would have been her friends FIRST child. A child who would have had severe Downs Syndrome if it had been born. She said it was really a blessing that the child had miscarried, but she still felt horrible for her friend, and her fried felt worse of all.
She then went on to tell me that she had miscarried her own child 3 months ago so she knew what her friend was going through. She told me that the biggest difference was that her friends had been a natural pregnancy after years of trying, and her own child had been from having the expensive “getchapregnant” shots.
I’ve been thinking about that woman and her friend ever since.
I’ve always felt an ache for women who want so badly to have children, but can’t for some reason or another.
Its odd that I should sympathize for them, since I have no urge to have children of my own. Ever. I don’t know what its like to actually WANT a child, but I hurt for the people who want children but can’t have them.