This month for every product we sell a certain amount will be donated to some sort of breast cancer research fund. We have various signs posted telling of our generosity to all of our customers. This is also a good enough reason, or so they think, for them to walk up to you, stare at your chest and shout "OCTOBER IS BREAST AWARENESS MONTH!" As if the male population needed another reason to be cognizant of mammary glands.

But, today management decided to step up their charitable game. We were to inflate pink twelve-inch balloons which proclaimed all sorts of warm fuzzy thoughts about women supporting women. Now, if these had been seventeen or even twenty-four inch balloons, it wouldn't have been so bad. However, the entire time we were inflating and tying them about, all I could think of was swollen ovaries, turgid breasts and puffed-up uteri. (Uteri? Uterueses? Multiple child-bearing facilities?)

I did think it a bit amusing that a male dominated business was trying to attract customers and empathy by reminding the world that they too cared about the racks of women everywhere. After all, that's what community is all about. Right?