I sit in front of the gynecologist’s office. And there, as usual, the walls are covered with pictures of children, on the table are contraceptive advertisements - well, very specific literature.
A pair comes in. A pregnant woman with a man, sitting, cried to herself. As soon as the woman goes to the appointment, the man jumps up, goes to the table with advertisements, chooses ALL the contraceptive advertisements and so inflamably swings into the bag.
Next time I decided to insure.