They're Breeding

I travelled today. A long, frightfully unpleasant mixture of psychotic cab drivers and missed flights. After 16 hours of sojourning, finally my plane landed in Phoenix. I had noticed two pregnant women sitting in front of me, both maybe 25-ish, both looking 5 or 6 months bulbous. Both were wearing pink T-shirts. On one shirt: "Make mine a girl!"

I had not heard them speak during the flight, because of the noise of the jet. I now thank God for that. Because when we were waiting for the plane doors to open and release us, PFSG (Pregant Former Sorority Girl) #1 asked PFSG#2

"So, like, what do you think of Lily" (pronounced Leh-leeeee) "for a name?"

#2: "Oh, that's like so cuuuute!"

#1: "It was my grandma's name, but I can't remember if it was her first name or her middle one."

#2: "Oh."

silence

#1: "But it's like, waaaay too popular..."

silence

#1: "But then, maybe my baby will be popular!"


I don't know what came after that, because I was using a fire extinguisher as a battering ram against the tiny innocent oval window of the jet, seat 26A.