DINK observation

As a childless adult, the biological imperative to reproduce occasionally grabs a bullhorn and shouts into my ears.  There is no rational component of the longing, and as I am of an age when it is both unlikely that I would be able to carry a child, and unrealistic for my husband and I to start raising one, I am content to sit back quietly until the hormones settle down and cease their annoying antics.

Today after running several errands I dropped by a Subway sandwich shop to grab something quick and marginally healthy for dinner, as my husband and I were planning to stay at home to watch movies.  And ahead of me in line was a woman, not much younger than I, with her son.

It was clear that the pair had been in the shop for some time.  The child, who appeared to be about 10 years old, had laid his head on the counter in frustration as his mother hollered at him about whether he wanted bacon on his sandwich, then turned to bellow questions toward the young countergirl about the price of the sandwich.  When the girl pointed out that bacon was 50 cents extra, the customer became irate and in rapid-fire language listed numerous alternatives – which soon seemed to cause the Subway employee some great confusion.

I almost left the shop, but for concern that the child’s mother might launch herself across the counter onto the countergirl, like a great white fighting rooster taking down a downy chick.  All of a sudden I realized that my fear of watching The Exorcist was unreasonable; the reality of overwrought suburban moms is far, far scarier.

Later, I took comfort in my childlessness, as there but for the absence of God go I.

Advertisements

4 responses

  1. ROFL… yeh sobers you up real quick huh? God love the little ankle biters!

  2. Of course, if I had children they would be perfect angels …

  3. Perfect angels indoods lol besides if they weren’t you’d send them to reform camp at Ambers though mind they might like the cookies and get into her wine cellar… ok perhaps only mine would.

    Ironic and boring but Dink in afrikaans means think (Im in the useless information mood soz)

  4. If they received any of my genetic predisposition to the finer things in life (chocolate chip cookies and Mudslides) then they would be handsful!

    Ah, interesting! DINK = think. That explains a lot.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: