My Blackberry was freezing and I kept hitting the mute button. Being the technical non-savant, the only way I could fix these issues was by taking the battery out of my phone. Annoying. I found that I had a free hour Monday afternoon when I arrived at my tutoring job to discover that the boy I tutor was unable to share a fascinating hour with me reviewing long division and order of operations. His loss; we were going to have a fun filled afternoon of working on a New York state math assessment from 2010. So, instead of making money, I spent it. I picked up a birthday present for my friend Lynda and then meandered into the Verizon store next door. I wanted to double check that I was eligible for an early upgrade. Sure enough, I was. I wanted to keep it simple. No iPhone for this girl. I went with the latest Blackberry despite the rumor that a touch berry might be out soon. I just mastered the QUERTY keyboard so I found no reason to wait for the next big thing. While waiting for my info to transfer from the frozen BB to the new one, I made small talk with the man helping me. He commented that we were the same age. He asked if I had kids. Yes, a 4 month old. I asked him if he had kids while staring at the unbelievable amount of chest hair exploding from his short sleeved collar shirt. I wondered if he was hot wearing a sweater and all in 90 degree weather. Yes, he too had kids, a 5 and 7 year old.
Crickets, crickets.
Me feigning interest in a History Channel show about fishing boats.
Me listening to a high school boy try to understand that the iPhone plan was more expensive the flip phone plan he currently had.
"I have noticed that people around here wait a while to have children. You are 35. Your baby is 4 months old. You are okay to start trying for another one again."
Yes---he said that.
"I am still working on losing the baby weight from my daughter."
"Why lose the weight now when you will just gain it back? Have another baby soon and then you can be done."
Yes--he said that.
"Where are you from", I asked, trying to change the subject from my reproductive activities to something more neutral.
"India."
Crickets, crickets.
At last, my phone is uploaded. He then shows me that my pictures are all intact. Of course the one that comes up is of a colleague of mine, Joe, shirtless at the beach. The picture was taken at a volleyball game and sent to me in an effort to end the debate over whether or not Joe shaved or had a sweater. Apparently he is back to shaving.
My caring salesperson then shows me that my calendar is also still intact. Of course the appointment he pulls up says: "GYNO: IUD CHECK".
Uncomfortable laughing. Crickets, crickets.
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