A Better Blogger Than I

So, I'm trying to get back on the wagon. I'm trying to post to this blog more often, I'm trying to get my manuscript going again. My dear husband is a better blogger than I -- it's not just what he writes, or how often he posts. Rather, it is his blogging ethic, his regularity that I envy. And what he writes about and how often he posts.

The point is this -- my Dearest One suggested that I just get back on (with a little boost, of course) and just write. In fact, I was telling him about one of his posts and he said, "You should blog that!"

So here goes --

David blogged recently about chain stores, typical mall stores, in airports. Our recent trip to Philly proved inspiration enough on the blogging front. The Gap at an airport...hmmmm. Clothing stores are one thing...

So I was telling him about a short wait I had at SFO while I was coming down with a cold. I wandered down the concourse until I came across one of those tiny magazine stands that also offers small snacks, bottled water, and breath mints. I was hoping to find some hard candy, some throat lozenges, anything to calm my throat. I found a small pack of kleenex, a couple of bad magazines I would never buy in the city I live in, and hard candy infused with vitamin C -- bonus!

And then I saw it. Beside the hard candy infused with vitamin C, the expensive mini-envelopes of pain killers, kleenex, hand lotion, and band aids was a home pregnancy test.

What the?

Who buys a home pregnancy test at the airport? Who decides while waiting at the airport that they should do a home pregnancy test? Do people realize that if you're waiting for the flight home after a wild and crazy weekend and you think, "oh, crap, I wonder if I'm pregnant" that the home pregnancy does you no good for two whole weeks after your fun?

Odd.

What company planning the 20 square feet of merchandise space decides, "We don't have enough room forTime and Readers' Digest, or more than two kinds of Tic Tacs, but, hey, what about some pregnancy tests?"