Sharon grabbed her keys and purse off the table, thankful that she had skipped the trip to Starbucks. She anxiously rubbed her temples to stave off the headache that was starting to form. She had a nagging feeling that she didn't have the trigger shot at home. She would have to take care of it when she got to work.
When she got into the car, she discovered the only cd she had in the car was scratched and kept skipping. "So freakin' annoying," she muttered to herself, flipping on a radio station. At that moment, the familiar eight note xylophone opening of a local commercial began.
"Are you childless?" a melodic woman's voice asked. "Desperate? Thinking about cutting your uterus out of your body because it doesn't work anyway? Then come to the caring hands of Successful Fertility Clinic and make our name, your name--by which we mean that you will become successful in fertility rather than sub-par, as you are now."
The commercial ended with a repetition of some xylophone notes and then continued into an advertisement for a child's play center where all the good mothers go. She flipped off the radio and continued the rest of the ride in silence.
When she got to work, she saw her boss through the staircase window.