Standing between the aisles of a brightly lit pharmacy, a pregnant woman in blue scrubs trembled with tears in her eyes, saying, “I am scared. I don’t know what is happening to me.” An older, sharp-featured manager in a grey suit stepped forward with total indifference. “We cannot accommodate every sob story that walks through those doors,” she remarked coldly. Suddenly, a man in a light grey shirt stepped up from behind. Looking directly at the stunned manager, he declared firmly, “She is carrying my grandchild. Choose your next words carefully.” The manager’s expression instantly dissolved into sheer panic as she realized her mistake.
