Sometimes Western Australia is just so classy that I don’t know what to do with myself. Take this conversation I recently overheard at my office for example:
M talking to A, a colleague who had just returned after a year of maternity leave, “So, what kind of birth did you have?”
A, “It was totally natural.”
M, “Wow, you’re brave.”
A, “Actually, I just got to the hospital too late for an epidural, I was begging the doctors for one.”
M, “Why were you so late, was it a quick labor?”
A, “No, my husband was drunk.”
Apparently the beer was just too tempting to A’s husband, despite her being nine months pregnant and bursting to give birth.
I told H about this conversation when I got home from work that day and he told me that I had already told him the story. Impossible I told him, I had just overheard the conversation a couple of hours ago and I hadn’t talked to him since then.
Turns out H had heard a similar story at work, from yet another Western Australian colleague. This guy was wondering if his wife had the right to be angry at him when he broke her no drinking during the last two weeks of her pregnancy rule. He went out and got drunk one night during this period but she didn’t go into labor so he thought no harm was done. She on the other hand felt just a little bit differently…
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