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The Broken Barista

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The Broken Barista

His face will forever haunt me.  The sunken cheeks.  The bags under his eyes.  Skin so pale, I could see the web of veins on his visage.

“Congratulations,” the normally upbeat Starbucks barista muttered, my tall latte practically falling from his hands onto the counter.  “Heard you say you’re pregnant.  Have a four-week-old at home, myself.”

“That’s wonderful,” I exclaimed, thrilled to have an opportunity to talk about all things baby.  “Boy or a girl?”

“Girl,” he yawned.

“That’s what we’re having!” I squealed.  His lips attempted to move upward.

“Great.”

I nodded awkwardly.  Not the excited new daddy/mommy-to-be chatter I was expecting.  In fact, his eyes appeared to be disappearing under increasingly heavy eyelids.   Lifting the skim milk had robbed him of every ounce of his will to stay awake.

“So… it’s rough, huh?  The first month?”

Finally.  He perked up.  Relieved that someone understood — or, at least, had bothered to ask.

“REALLY rough.”

I took a good, hard look at his fatigue-ravaged face.  I knew what I had to do.  I strode out of the store, walking past the Target where I’d planned to return a god-awful, impulse-buy shirt and continued all the way home, brushing past my computer, past the brownies in the pantry calling my name, to finally reach the bedroom… where I promptly took a long, quiet mid-morning NAP.

Might as well enjoy the luxury while I can.  Nay, it is my DUTY to do so.

Because sharing is caring, as I tell my kids. (Except my wine. Never my wine.)
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Candy Kirby is the founder of The Laughing Stork and a professional fun-maker who will never stop chasing her lifelong dream: to find the Pomeranian or porn star after whom her parents must have named her. A humor columnist for Disney, Nickelodeon, Scary Mommy, Reductress and Redbook, she also used to be a staff writer for the soap opera, The Bold and the Beautiful, where she penned many scripts featuring prolonged heated stares and countless “Who’s the Daddy?” story lines. Candy lives in Los Angeles with her husband, two young kids and three rescue Persian cats, the latter of whom are the real brains behind this operation (so send all complaints to them).

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