I’ll Never Understand
I have a co-worker who recently returned from maternity leave, and she has already told me that “I’ll never understand until I have kids,” on 7 separate occasions. It is very aggressive. The most recent INUUIHK-bomb was dropped after she told me she was planning a family trip to Hawaii and she and the husband were going to take separate flights in case one of them crashes. I reminded her that the annual number of domestic fatalities related to air travel is approximately (exactly) zero and that our highway system is far more dangerous. In return she reminded me that I’m a childless moron who probably shouldn’t be allowed to use a microwave without adult supervision. OK fine, whatever. Since procreation grants you instant wisdom, here is a list of post-fertilization things I’m looking forward to understanding:
Portuguese The internal combustion engine Presbyterians The 2001 Pontiac Aztek Flo Rida Also, Florida Khaki pants Quantum field theory Arby’s People who call into HSN to rave about the set of steak knives they purchased.