Hanging Around For A Maternity

(It is about an hour before closing time. A customer walks in and looks curiously at me.)

Customer: “How are you?”

Me: “I’m fine.”

Customer: “You know, I’m organizing this charity event. To support unwed young mothers and those with unexpected pregnancies.”

(The customer pulls out a pamphlet with a sad-eyed girl and sets it on the counter.)

Customer: “You should come.”

Me: “No, I’m fine. Thank you.”

Customer: “These things happen to lots of people. There’s nothing wrong with seeking help.”

Me: “I’m Mormon. And not married. And we preach abstinence until marriage.”

Customer: “Everyone slips here and there.”

Me: “Not me. I’m not pregnant, and won’t be for a long, long time. But, uh, thank you.”

Customer: “Well, how about any of your friends? You look like the type–”

Me: “No, my friends are fine too. Have a good night.”

Customer: “We could always use donations, you know.”

Me: “I work in a grocery store, and I’m a student. I don’t have any money to donate.”

Customer: “Well, that’s disappointing.”