I went with Jess into planned parenthood today. The lady at the counter looked about sixty five, and was wearing one of those flower print dresses. Her glasses sat low on her nose, forming small wrinkles at it's tip. She eyed us as we approached. She let forth a small groan as she welcomed us to planned parenthood. The waiting room was full of long-pregnant emotional teens. She told us to take a seat.

"Oh, that won't be nessicary, we have only came to ask a bit of a question" I said

"And that is?"

"Do you sell coat hangers?"

Her face went blank for a moment and the room took on a brief silence. She moved her mouth as if to say no, but Jess cut her off.

"I figure I could just untwist it and shove it up there, just drag the fucker out" She gestured with her hand at her skirt in a rough thrusting and ripping motion. The woman's jaw lost tension.

Noticing the silence, I began to speak.

"So do you? I don't really feel like having some doctor who is sick enough to do such procedures.."

She told us to leave before I could finish.

"So you don't sell coat hangers then? It seems like you should, it would defiantly shorten the line.." I said as I turned.

Jess swiveled her head to the right, looking back at the counter as we moved toward the door

"Well, we can still go to sears, right honey?"

"Damn strait Jess, Damn strait."