Overheard in pre-meeting chatter at work, from two women who’ve only recently met:
Woman 1: “How old is your son?”
Woman 2: “14 months.”
Woman 1: “Aw! Are you gonna have more?”
Woman 2: “…Ehhhh, I don’t know about that…”
Woman 1: “Aw, you don’t want to try for the girl?”
Dear Lord, baby Jesus, please keep me from punching this woman in the throat.
People. This is not an acceptable topic of conversation, especially at work, where maybe we’re not all “Ya-Ya Sisterhood of the Golden Girls Traveling Caftans” wanting to discuss what’s going into or coming out of our vaginas next. Kindly extricate yourselves from other women’s uteruses. It’s, like, SUPER none of your business.
Smug Singleton 