Today, I grabbed Panera (woot, carb fest served in a sourdough bread bowl!) with two dear friends, both of whom are great with child.
Panera Employee: “When are you due? Boy or girl? Is this your first, yo?” (no, really. and in rapid-fire order)
Mere: “January. Girl. Yes, it’s our first.” ::side eye as he leans over her to grab my salad::
PE: “You want a girl?”
Mere: “We didn’t care.”
PE: “You wish it were a boy?”
Mere: ::laughing:: “It didn’t matter.”
PE: “No, really. You want a girl?”
Mere: ::becoming highly annoyed:: “We really didn’t care.”
PE: ::pressing further:: “But you wanted a girl?”
Mere: ::losing her shit:: “No, we really wanted a hermie.”
HERE’S YOUR SIGN.
