Stand up for Birth Control.........

Early 80's. (Does that tell you how boring my life's been of late? Every story is from like 25-30 years ago! Eh, it was a fun time in my life)...

Skip Berger was a transplant at our work from Des Moines - and he fit in nicely - within days he was comfortably joining the conversation at our break table...

He'd listen to a story and with a calculated, almost "thrown" voice he'd often almost finish stories once you were into one. Done in an agreement kinda way, not condescending...

Father of three, he and momma had reached the decision to end all possibilities of more kids... Since she'd taken on the role of childbearing, it was an easy decision for him to agree to a vasectomy...

He'd gone to his physician to learn of the procedure - answered "no" when the Doc asked if he had any more questions.. As he departed, the Doc offered "Oh, and if your wife wants to come observe - that is absolutely fine with us."

(Editor's note: Why would you women actually want to see that? Some type of "haha" get-back kinda thing? A Lesbian tendency?)

Skip's wife did go observe in support of her hubby. Skip was actually fairly calm that day - knowing it had to be done - and knowing it's considered a minor procedure. He had shaved earlier that day per the Doc's instructions - but when he was placed on the table stripped down - there were some areas on the testicle where they'd be working on that he'd missed.....

So..... Doc summons nurse to finish shaving... I'm sorry - but you don't have one woman play with a man's testicles when his "main woman" is virtually arm's length away.. Yes, nature overcame Mr. Skip and he embarrassingly became aroused...

Of course nothing was said...The procedure was carried out.. and Mrs. Skip helped him to the car, drove him home. HOWEVER... Her jealous side soon emerged and she didn't sleep with, nor talk to Mr. Skip for one entire month.

This is a true story we learned one day, a month or so later at the break table. I ain't real certain I woulda told that one, for who knows, someday there may be this mass-communication outlet where the entire world could also find out. Not to worry, my lips are sealed.