Several months ago, while waiting for the bill for our late Annie's visit, I couldn't help but overhear the girl processing it as she was talking to another behind the counter. "My husband says I'm getting fat!" she said to her co-worker.
So, before I go any further, know I'm old enough to be this girl's father. Or maybe, just maybe, old enough to be her grandfather--almost at least.
But what this young, attractive, woman revealed to her behind-the-counter partner really upset me. I couldn't let it pass. I wondered what great specimen of "machoman" her husband must be because this woman was in no-way fat. And at the thought of the guilt being laid on her, I couldn't help but step in.
I don't remember my exact words, but I told her something like, "You are no-way fat!" I said astonishingly. She not only accepted what I'd said, she appreciated it.
Well, back today, back to the vet clinic, back to that same crew behind the reception counter, my wife and I overheard this same woman talking about the "stress" in her life. Apparently, she's been confiding in someone, personally or professionally. And that's sad, because maybe the only extra weight on her is on her back, i.e., her perfect husband.
But that is not the point of this anecdote. The point is a conversation my wife and I overheard from these workers talking about the new local law that mandates the implanting of ID chips in all our pets recently adopted as we waited in the reception area for the results of Pony's X-rays. The "chipping" of animals quickly diverted from animals to boyfriends and husbands. I wonder why?
Our "fat" receptionist was advocating chips for all men, especially husbands. A simple, hand-held scanner could be used to gain insights into any man by a subtle pat on the shoulder, rub on the back. "Marital Status: M-married, S-single, D-divorced, L-lying." Other information might reveal things like , "Divorced twice, paying alimony to two ex-wives and support for 3 kids."
My wife couldn't resist jumping in.
It was funny, it was a lot of laughs. I finally remarked that I would probably blog something about this. But I felt privileged to partake in sexism from the other side. To insights from a feminine viewpoint.
As the laughing died down, the wife with the stress from her weighty husband said as some small concession, "We could even implant females too." Horrified at the very thought of further privacy invasions, I nodded reluctantly in false approval.