I was going to write about my plans for the year. Instead, I have to write about today’s asshole encounter.
I went to the salon to have my hair colored and cut…a process that involves a lot of foil, to the point I could be used as an emergency satellite dish. It also looks like I’m trying to block the CIA from reading my thoughts. It could go either way.
Anyway, this guy sat down in the chair next to me and began talking to his stylist. She looked like she had suctioned her lips in a small glass cup to make them bigger, like the cool kids are doing. Whatever. They started talking, and I started listening to the dramatic story of his life and divorce and blah blah blah…
He went on to say how he and the newest love of his life were trying to have children but it just wasn’t happening yet. The fish lipped stylist asked why? Is there something wrong?
And then he said it.
The asshole said, yeah–she has the problem–she can’t get pregnant.
Way to go, dickhead.
He went on to blame her celiac disease…it was all I could do to keep from punching him.
I predict another divorce in his future. Call me psychic.
I have never personally had a problem with infertility, but I have friends that have… and the struggle is shared by both members of the couple. This dickhead was placing the blame on her…without support.
On a positive note, I was able to follow through on my personal resolution to try and say kind things or keep my mouth shut if I couldn’t, and not punch dumb asshole’s in the throat.
OK, I just added the second part.
I hope all of you have a happy, healthy year, surrounded by those you love.