Sympathy Pain

I was in a co-workers office today. She has Neal Bortz…I think… running in the background all the time. This is her right. I have no problem with to what or who she listens. But this morning, the conversation struck me as odd and wrong.

“If my house is burning down, who do I save?” he ask a woman who I assume is a co host…or his wife.

“Well, I…” She begins.

“I save you. Not the kids. We can make more kids. I love you. I’ve married you. I need you. The kids can’t come in here and do what you do. They don’t have the skills to put on this show. They can’t run this program.”

Listen…Hear that…it’s the WTF alarm going off.

Yes, I love my wife. I would give up my life for her…or at least fake it so she could get some insurance money…but I would not just leave my children behind with the “we can make more” attitude. I would hope Sarah could find the door in an emergency, Jack probably, but he would be freaked out, and tony sleeps in a cage.

While we are at it, I’m pro-choice. I’ve heard arguments hurled at me about what I believe over the years, and one that always sticks with me is when someone, with that smug, know it all, sarcastic attitude says “Yeah, just abort ‘em, you can always make more.” Well, conservative radio host, um, yeah.

Now, I didn’t hear the conversation before or after. This may have been some strange tongue in cheek conversation. But even then…

And who says that to a mother? “I know you married me to be the father of your children and protect them, but if there’s a fire…it’s you and me baby…and you better not be slow.I can make more babies with somebody else.”