As my friend Sandra's due date approaches, important things must be handled...you know, like last minute pedicures. So after car pool drop off, we hit a local nail salon, sat back, and enjoyed a little treat. As we looked at our watches, we realized we might even have enough time for a quick breakfast as well. We head over for an extremely classy breakfast at the local Waffle House. It's the little things in life, like waffles, that make things better. Sandra is ready to have this baby. She wants it out. She has served the eviction notice, but this kid has yet to oblige. I have reminded her that they are much lower maintenance on the inside. On the inside, they just make our clothes fit funny. On the outside, they are much more demanding. Of course, having a parasite(albeit a cute parasite) living inside you is far from comfortable at this point as well. When the time comes, I am supposed to be her labor nurse. When you are in the field, it is very important to line up your delivery team before hand. Find people that you trust, like, and are pretty sure will never mention your girly parts or their condition during labor ever again. For this reason, I am on call for her delivery until it happens. So here is how our discussion over the check for our break fast went...
(Waitress drops the check on the table, we both reach for it)
Me "Let me get this, I am sure I owe you one at this point."
Sandra "Yeah no, I am getting this one (snatches the check)"
Me (reaching for the check) "No, I should be spoiling you."
Sandra "You have to see my vagina soon. I am pretty sure I owe you breakfast..."
Me "I didn't know that was a one for one exchange...Then again, that was kind of how it worked back in college..."
Sandra (laughing and shaking her head)
Me "You know, if that is the case, there are a lot of women in the metro area that owe me breakfast..."
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