In which FI and I had a little um... accident... in the bedroom. So I went to the pharmacy to get Plan B, and the pharmacist was HORRID.
She started off begging me not to use it because "every child should have a chance at life" and "this happened for a reason" and "God has a plan for you".
When I told her that it truly was an accident, that FI and I are not financially or emotionally stable enough to support a child and I refuse to put a child into the system for no reason, she said "I don't believe you! You're not really 28, are you? You're a minor! I can't give this to a minor!"
I eventually had to go home, get my ID book, and FI's passport, come back and show her that we're both 28, and she still didn't believe me so I called my sister who used to work at the pharmacy council, and she came in and was like "Listen bitch, this is my sister. She's 28, and if you don't give her what she asked for right now, I'm calling my former boss, the Head of Legal at the Pharmacy Council, who just happens to be my best friend."
In the end I got the stupid pill, but I woke up before I could take it, so I woke up in a panic despite the fact that we haven't even done anything in more than a month! Bleh!
Have you had any horrible NWR dreams lately?