unexpected horseshit

and the impact of fertility

Yesterday was a day that defied expectations.

The phone rang. It was my daughter. I was shocked.

She normally doesn’t call me.

What’s happening sweetie?

She was at the barn getting ready to ride. She had forgotten her boots and helmet.

Well now, this is unexpected, I thought to myself as I quickly gathered some things for the drive.

Upon arrival I was greeted by Dottie, the barn manager.

Are you here to help with the trailer full of hay?

Right. She put out a call for helpers this afternoon. I didn’t see it. Right now though, she and the others here expect me to help. Despite having a freshly rolled joint and some sand to go and lie in while smoking it, I tried protesting.

I just came to drop off boots and a helmet. I’m wearing flip flops and don’t have gloves. How much could I actually help?

Leaving three people to unload all of that hay themselves would have been a total dick move, so I stuck around.

As it turned out, I could help a lot. With a pair of borrowed gloves I moved over 200 bales fro…