Did you somehow experience tunnel vision and ONLY read that one line? Within the context of the rest of my comment, I acknowledge her mistake and described a scenario in which it would have been fine.

Okie dokie.

Do it and get back to me.

I would argue that it is probably more dangerous to bring the child in the gas station with you, than it is to leave it in the car. We had about 3 armed robberies in the gas station during the time I worked there, and not a single vehicle was stolen.

Stop going to the pay-at-the-pump for the next 6 months, then get back to me and tell me how it's going.

"Yuck. You worked in a gas station? That's not going to go over so well with"

Bullshit. Not everyone you know takes their sleeping children out of the car to walk 10 feet over to the gas attendant to pay gas, and returns 15 seconds later.

So when you put the kid in it's room at night, do you lay by it's side? Because someone could break through the window and steal your baby.

Ummmm, no.

Many of us *have* been there, and frequently.

Ugh... the "doctor hopper" label you get.

Source for story?

Does she really, though?

Did she really, though?

LMAO! Awesome. So much awesome.

This made me laugh so uncontrollably. Thank you, I needed that.

Also...

There is something disturbing to me about shoving the face of a child's toy into your genitals for sexual jollies. Sorry, but this skeeves me the fuck out.

I didn't even give you details about what he did to me, so don't presume to have any idea how far things went - I assure you it was NEVER harmless "flirting". And like I said, when you think *you're* the problem, it doesn't occur to you to tell anyone. The enormous guilt that I felt about his poor wife haunted me…

Birth certificates are usually the go-to for other legal documentation (i.e. you need your birth certificate to get your health card, etc.), and it's when you are given the official 'designation' by way of genitalia inspection (although this isn't always accurate). It just seems like it would be easier to have it on…