Those men.

I was rushing out the door in the hopes of making it to the Post Office before it closed.  I hadn't eaten in a while, but figured I wouldn't be gone too long, so I grabbed my water bottle and got ready to go.

I said out loud "I should probably eat so that I don't get grumpy with people."

Makena agreed (a little too quickly if you ask me).   I put on my shoes, grabbed the packages and left.

Of course, 20 minutes later I hadn't yet gotten to the Post Office.  I was sitting in 5'o clock traffic and my stomach was grumbling.  I had the top down on my car and the sun was shining so I kept smiling and driving.

I had the Post Office in my sights.  I was stopped at a Stop sign enjoying a slight breeze.  All was well.  And that's when I saw them.

If you are familiar at all with the location of the Beaverton Post Office, you know that Planned Parenthood is directly across the street.  That's where they were.  The men.  The men holding signs and wearing tshirts that read 'Pray to end Abortion'.

Now, I'm not sure if it was the look on my face or the sound that came out of my mouth, but one of the men said to me "Women always regret abortion."

I literally bit my tongue.  Makena's voice popped in to my head; "be nice".  And my stomach grumbled again.

"How the hell would you know what a woman feels?"  I demanded.

I shook my head and drove forward just before I heard him say "God..."  I continued on to the Post Office, gave him a dirty look when I got out of my car and went on my way.

I tried to enjoy the sunshine again.  I tried to forget about the men.  I tried to turn my frown upside down.

I mailed my packages and went back to my car.  I drove right past those men and didn't say anything else to them.  My opinion wasn't going to change the fact that those men will never be in the position of a women.  My opinion wasn't going to change the fact that those men will never have to make that choice, for themselves, about having an abortion.

My opinion was this; those men were idiots.

That is just my opion.  And...well...it's my blog so I can tell you my opion if I want to.  You don't have to read it, like it or care and that's okay with me.  It's still just my opinion.

P.S.  If I'm going to pray to God, I'm pretty sure that I would pray about some much more important than ending abortion.

P.P.S. I *may* have said something to the men when I drove away, but it was quiet. Don't tell Makena.