I've got fifteen more minutes to kill at work before my weekend
starts, so I figured I'd tell you what happened last night when I went
to the drugstore (Walgreens) to get my birth control pills and a few
other things filled. The clerk, whom I didn't realize was
"expecting" (I thought she was just overweight like me), gave me my
other prescriptions (there were four of them, all generic), which
amounted to $60. I peered around at the innards of the pharmacy. "Is
something wrong?" she asked.
"You forgot my birth control pills," I said.
"I'm sorry." She was a bit embarrassed, and gave me my three months
worth of Yasmin-28.
Then I suggested she move the Plan-B from the back of the shelf
(behind the pharmacy counter) to the front of the shelf. "You never
know who might need it," I prompted.
"People come in and ask for it all the time," she said a bit
defensively.
"Sorry," I said sickly-sweetly. "It's the pro-choicer in me. I was
taught to do everything possible to prevent pregnancy."
She looked down at her belly and gently rubbed it. *That* was when I
figured out she was preggers. I thought to myself, as I walked away,
you almost forgot my birth control pills. Maybe you should have been
taking them instead of me?
At least I'll be able to sleep at night (or whenever I feel like it)
knowing that I did everything possible to prevent a pregnancy for
myself, and maybe even someone else's
THE WEEKEND IS HERE! Good night, everyone
Debby Hanoka
dhanoka at gmail dot com
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