At Starbucks, I'm trying to place my order while getting Peanut under control. He is talking incessantly, repeating the same thing over and over, and knocking down food in the cooler.
Me: I'd like a Triple Grande White Chocolate Mocha.
Barista: Ok, anything else?
Me, eyeing Peaunt: A Xanax?
Barista, laughing: I don't have any kids and that's exactly why. It would have made me crazy.
Me: You know, this morning it's really more my husband than the kids.
Barista: Ah, that I can sympathize with.
Me: He took so long to get ready this morning that he missed two trains. Two! I had to drive him to Secaucus so he could get get to the city on time.
Barista: I wouldn't have done it. I would have let him be late. If he loses his job, oh well.
Me: He had to catch a train to Boston. And he's the breadwinner.
Barista: Ugh. I guess you had to, then.
Barista: He's good looking isn't he?
Barista, shaking her head and rolling her eyes: Men.