I rarely have any me time anymore, but yesterday I got away for a whole two hours to run errands and quickly hit the gym. After a work out, I love sitting in the steam room for some quiet relaxation (hopefully in solitude).

Instead, I got a little chatter box sitting next to me. She says “Did you hear the news about the American soldiers being killed?” Why is this woman talking to me? And why about THAT?  Now?  Here in the steam room of quiet relaxation?  First, I wanted to say, “That’s hardly news – who doesn’t already know about that?  And, why oh why, would you bring that up here, now, with me?”  But I didn’t.  Instead I said, “Oh yes, very sad.”

What I REALLY should have said was, “Look. Lady. You seem very nice, but I have a fourteen week old baby at home and this 15 minute stop in the steam room is my tiny little time away from the world, things, responsiblities, stress, including HORRIBLE NEWS STORIES. So take your little chit chat and shove it up take it out on the street. Please. And thank you.”