Sally in the Zen

Confessions of a Befuddled Zen Buddhist


I need to share an observation.

In my younger years, people would ask me the usual coming-of-age rites of passage life questions. 

What do you want to be when you grow up?


When are you going to get yourself a boyfriend?

Why, next week.  I penciled it into my calendar.  Thanks for asking.

When are you going to get married?

As soon as Jet Li or Keanu Reeves pop the question.  I’m quite patient.

How many kids are you going to have?

Sorry, nothing gonna squeeze out of this puppy.

But I’ve found that I’m not getting those questions anymore.  Instead, the one constant inquiry that’s replaced all these questions is: 

Do you have kids?


When I’m standing in line at Starbucks…

Do you have kids?

When I’m sitting there minding my own business…

Do you have kids?

When I’m getting a filling done at the dentist office…

Do you have kids?

I guess it’s a way to make polite conversation, but it’s fascinating! 

Can you imagine if this was a pick-up line?

How would it rank against the others?  (Not that I’ve ever got asked any of them.)

Hey Baby, what’s your sign?

Man, you got a hot body!  Would you hold it against me?

Do you have a map, ’cause I keep getting lost in your eyes?

Do I know you?  ‘Cause you look like my next girlfriend!

Do you have kids?

Nope, nope. 

Doesn’t have quite the same panache.

Ah, well.

Story of my life.

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  • EC
    June 20th, 2011 23:26
    So do you have kids???

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