Wednesday, 18 November 2009

A New Cure For Infertility?

"One for a pound or three for two"

The market stall holder clocked my sister and I looking, trying to work out what the hell he was selling.

"Toothbrush holders, in the shape of cuddly toys, come on love, one for a pound three for two. Aren't your kids worth a pound?"

"I don't have any kids."

"Leave us your address and I'll come round later and sort that out."

Gosh, I wonder what infertility cure he had in mind.

I didn't bother to tell him the husband and I had been trying that method relentlessly for the last three years.

Neither did I give him my address.



17 comments:

  1. ... can you please give him mine???

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  2. Yeah. Because I really want any child I eventually might be lucky enough to get to share genetic material with someone that classy. It's bad enough the poor brat will have to share with my lot (fingers crossed etc.).

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  3. Oh no.... Just plain wrong on many levels...

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  4. What a pervert! That said I likely would have told him I'd prefer he just put it in a cup and I'd do it myself.

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  5. I'm a firm believer that it's perfectly acceptable to go Bat Shit Crazy at strangers who are this horrible.

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  6. Mais Oui, Caroline

    You didn't see him Wannabe, you wouldn't want that turning up on your door step

    Quite, May, i set my sights a little higher too

    Mainly the horizontal level, Rambler

    I had a little sick in my mouth too Barb

    Again Batty, if you'd seen him you would have even passed on the donation.

    He was only joking Corymbia, I think to do anything other than shrug it off with a laugh would have caused more problems than it was worth.

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  7. Maybe he was some amazing RE guy double jobbing as a market stall holder. Or maybe he was just an ignorant twat who has never heard of infertility. Hmmmm....

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  8. Well, I thought it was a clever line, even if it was a bit...gross.

    Can't fault the guy.

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  9. Don't you fancy a bit of his apple and pears?!

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  10. Ew! Good thing you didn't say anything, though, it surely would have made an awkward conversation even more awkward.

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  11. but at least you would have a never ending supply of toothbrush holders!

    Ewwwww.

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  12. Oh geez... it seems that the fertility commentary comes from all places and people -- and you never know where it might come from next. Thanks for sharing - while it was quite bizarre (and I'm sure even more so to experience first-hand), it made me smile.

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  13. Funnily enough that part time doctor/ market stall holder didn't even cross my mind, Jane

    Crass maybe, quick definately, but not the cleverest line I've heard Kelly

    His stairs? Secret D Why would I want his stairs. I don't fancy his Hampton either.

    I wouldn't even class it as a conversation AplusB

    Quite Twangy

    Yeah but I would have had to shag him Kelley, my fee would buy tooth brushes and holders.

    That, Lu, was the whole point of the post. To make folk smile. (And maybe sick a little in their mouth).

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  14. Thanks for the giggle. If only it were that easy.

    I've fantasized about about going to a bar when I knew I was ovulating and just picking out a guy who looks vaguely like my DH and going at it! "Sure, sweetie, I'm on the pill."

    Pure fantasy. Gotta love MFI.

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