i spent what would have been a routinely boring bus ride home from work this afternoon half trying to avoid listening to a conversation between the bus driver and one of the passengers, half completely enthralled. kind of like a train wreck, you cant NOT look.
the conversation started out innocent enough, stranger offering the driver some of her chicken fingers, and a variety of sauces. you know, the norm. then they somehow got onto the topic of Plan B. there would be periodic lulls in the conversation lasting a few minutes, interrupted by the woman's insistent praise of the miracle pill. naturally, the conversation took a turn to some of their more, uh, private behavior. i learned the driver has 3 kids (by the same woman), is 'very sexually active' and apparently has never heard of any form of birth control. meanwhile, to propagate her legacy as a walking spokeswoman, the women proudly announced she always keeps a personal stash of plan b at home. just in case.
oh sex ed, how youve failed us.
To think it all began with chicken fingers...
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