I went out to lunch with a couple of coworkers today. We'd been discussing my wedding when one of them turned to me and asked...
"So when are you going to have kids?"
Brandishing my fork menacingly in his direction, I replied...
"If you ask that question again, I may have to stab you."
For your own safety, it is strongly recommended that you do not ask me this question. I could be holding something sharper than a fork at the time...
Ironically, soon after this exchange, said coworker went on to complain about all the problems he'd been having with his teenager. Misery loves company.
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