August 4, 2007

E.P.T.

On a lovely Sunday morning, I decide to enter the 9th and 9th Smith's restroom and this is what I walk in on. I can see so many scenarios. I'm assuming that if a person actually wants to be pregnant, that they are not going to take the test in a public restroom. No this girls is scared and wants it all to just go away. I'm sure that she sat there begging the stick to tell her that she is just very, very late in getting her period.

I imagine that it is Saturday night and a drunk girl stubbles into the restroom, vomits up one of the many drinks that she's had this night. Flush, she then sits down and thinks for a moment. Maybe she cries silently to herself and then takes the test. Sitting there staring at the stick as it slowly, very slowly changes color. Makeup running off her face. Maybe she just recently turned 18. Just starting to go out and spread her wings. Flirting with that cute older guy at the party won't hurt.

Maybe, she is very young 14 or 15. How is she going to tell her mom? They told her he was no good but he had the most amazing hands. No one made her feel the way he did.

Or maybe it is Mrs. Jones. Having an affair after 10 years of marriage. If only she hadn't meet Roberto and been intoxicated by his Latin flair. Her husband Bill is going to kill her. And she wouldn't even be able to pass the baby off as his.

I sure hope that whoever this was that their wish came true.