Short Notes to Various Folks

Dear White Sox, Congratulations. That was awesome. Because of my continuing war with the Cubs, I'm extra delighted. B. **** Dear Butcher, There's no gas in my car and the front passenger seat is covered in grocery bags. I'm sure there's some rational explanation for both of those things. But I can't imagine what. Also, your My Morning Jacket CD sounds like elevator music. Sorry, but there it is. B. **** Dear Bob Krumm, Yes, I would be pissed off if my obstetrician waited until I needed an abortion to spring that crap on me. I agree with Ivy. I think and will continue to think that it's strange that people would get into lines of work where they might be regularly called on to do things that offend their moral principles, but that's their choice and, if there's some kind of work-around, fine. But what offends me about every single one of these stories that I've heard is the kind of "gotcha" factor. It's not until the woman gets to the window to get prescription filled that she suddenly discovers in humiliating fashion that, because she's doing something the pharmacist finds immoral, she's not going to get her medicine. That, for me, is the real problem. It's not that the pharmacist doesn't feel comfortable filling the prescription that pisses me off. It's that there's no way for a woman in a crisis situation to know that without testing every individual pharmacist. Like Ivy suggests, can't there be something posted? B. **** Dear Salon.com, I hate your new look. B. **** Dear South Park, I love you. Poor Butters in the basement, though. That makes me sad. B. **** Dear Mrs. Wigglebottom, It takes real skills to get yourself stuck to a Dead End sign. Sorry it took me so long to untangle you, because I was laughing so hard. B.