IT'S WHERE MY MIND IS THESE DAYS
We have no less than five people that are in various stages of gestation (or have just given birth) here at work. Pregnancy is the ONLY THING anyone can seem to talk about these days. For those of us that have no sort of procreation in our immediate future, it can be taxing.
Carrie called me last night. She was having a bad day, and she needed to talk to someone on her drive home. She was in mid-conversation when she suddenly said, "What the heck!? The pump isn't even on!"
Because of the conversations floating around work, I immediately blurt out, "What? Is your chest leaking?"
Yes, it was a tacky thing to ask, but it's where my mind is these days based on all this baby talk!
There was a long pause, and Carrie finally replies, "Nooooo [very slowly]. I'm at the gas pump."
Oops! Wrong pump ...
Well, shoot! Open mouth, insert foot ... again.
Carrie called me last night. She was having a bad day, and she needed to talk to someone on her drive home. She was in mid-conversation when she suddenly said, "What the heck!? The pump isn't even on!"
Because of the conversations floating around work, I immediately blurt out, "What? Is your chest leaking?"
Yes, it was a tacky thing to ask, but it's where my mind is these days based on all this baby talk!
There was a long pause, and Carrie finally replies, "Nooooo [very slowly]. I'm at the gas pump."
Oops! Wrong pump ...
Well, shoot! Open mouth, insert foot ... again.
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~Denise