Your man

I'm not a huge women's libber and I don't get offended when a man opens a door for me.  I am married and appreciate the tradition of being a "Mrs." although only the sixteen year old sales associates at Abercrombie and Fitch use that title with me.  I think it will beyond hilarious to call Lauren "Mrs. Jerle."

I worked on Saturday.  I was asked to come in early.  It wasn't a big deal.  But we were super busy.

As soon as I got there, the phone started ringing.  I answered it, and the lady told me she would be picking up a crib and changing table.  She then said, "well, my daughter and I will need help loading it all, as we are without our men today."

WTF?  Where were their men?  Were they out hunting and gathering?  Or just hanging out back at the cave?

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When they arrived to pick up their stuff, my co-worker and I went to do the delivery.  We managed it just fine, thank you very much.  But then the mother said, "wow, where are all the big, burly men?"  I shot her a perplexed look, and said, "what do you mean?  We just loaded all of that without a problem."

Seriously, I have been seven months pregnant and visibly showing and had a man lean against the stairwell, ordering chinese food on his cell phone, while a female co-worker and I loaded a shelving unit into his truck.  I have also carried a 5x8 rug to a car while a 6'2" man has walked along side of me, humming to himself and snapping his fingers.

Still, Lauren, I hope you are never without your man.