I’d been at work almost 14 hours one day, and was pretty worn out. People tell me that I tend to turn rather pale when I’m tired.
I am on the road, and my wife calls me.
“Please don’t freak out, but I need you to pick up a pregnancy test. The one I used tonight said it was positive, but I want to make sure…”
I head to a local big box store, and find a multi-pack of tests, so I buy that one. My wife has wanted a baby for years, and I’m sure she’ll want to triple check.
By now I’m exhausted, but I am not stressed or upset.
I go to the cashier, and she rings up the tests, and we’re waiting for the credit card to process.
I haven’t said much to the cashier, and she seems too tired or bored to even notice me.
The cashier then glances up at my face and does a double take. She seems concerned when and stares at me for a few beats.
She suddenly looks at the bag that is holding the pregnancy tests, then back at me.
She hands me my receipt, and as fast as she can, grabs the bag with the tests, wraps the bag tightly around the box, then drops the bag into another bag trying to hide what’s inside.
When she goes to hand me the double-bagged tests, she decides to wrap the whole thing tightly back up again, and hands me everything as a tiny bundle.
I laugh a little, smile at her, and tell her I’m okay. She looks a bit sad and sheepish.
I then thank her and head home.
This was five years ago; it ended up being that the pregnancy wasn’t viable.
I still think of that cashier’s attempt at helping the quite, pale, stressed-out-looking man that I was that night, and it makes me smile…