Abraham, Sarah and Mary

Went grocery shopping with Mr. B. Like always, we saw about 15 babies. The tiny one tied up cozily in the chest of the dad. The little girl with two cute braids sitting in the shopping cart while her mom was unloading the groceries into the trunk. The small boy in his dad's arm, his mom leading them across the street in the dusk.

"Why does everyone get to have a baby?" I said, gloomy mood floated up again, "One more month it goes, the less likely I'd ever have two babies, or even one. My clock is ticking."

"You know the Bible?" said Mr. B. I squinted at him.

"Abraham was a hundred and Sarah was ninety when they had baby." he continued.

I was speechless. Not sure if I should laugh or punch him.

"Sure, and Mary had a baby when she was a virgin." I replied.

The sun was setting and the sky bled onto the skyline.

"So, out of 100, how full is your patience reservoir for me now?" I asked.

"About 65." Mr. B answered after thinking for a second, "Yesterday it was like 25."

"It shot up that much just because of Sarah?" I sighed.

The ridiculous Mr. B.


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