Me: No. I have a dog, though!
New Manager: Oh – what kind of dog do you have?
Me: German shepherd.
New Manager: Whoah!!!!!
In my head, I was dying to continue the conversation, and the imaginary continuation was:
Me: Do YOU have kids?
New Manager: Yes.
Me: Oh, what kind of kids do you have?
New Manager: Boy (or Girl)
But no, the conversation didn’t go that way. Instead this is how it went:
New Manager: Where do you live?
Me: (Telling him where I live)
New Manager: Oh yes – I know the area. Yeah, see, you don’t have children; it doesn’t matter where you live.
Why is it that my life and my existence is so inconsequential just because I don't have children? Story of our lives huh? Darn it, IF!!