Milkshake, Yard, Whatever

I sit next to a woman who gave birth earlier this year. There’s another woman who is about to foal her own in a few weeks. The woman next door to me pumps breast milk. Thankfully she shuts her door–which seems like the right thing to do, but around here you never know. The very pregnant woman is constantly talking to her about the pumping o’ the milk. It’s an obsession with them. It drives me nuts.

I’m sure it is an amazing thing to know that your tits will shoot out milk, but for the love of all that’s holy, shut up. It’s not like your tits shoot out bourbon.