At a café recently I bumped into a stranger who was just finishing up his lunch and heading back to work. "Oh Gawd" he said to me as he sloped out of his chair with a look of dejection "back to work already".
"Don't you like it?" I asked, not sure what else to say. "I like it on Fridays" he replied with a wry grin.
"That's a lot of your life to not like" I said, trying to sound upbeat, "if you had to do it all over again would you choose the same job?"
"I dunno" he said, before asking me "What do you do?"
"I help women to get pregnant" I said, knowing that would get a reaction.
"Lucky bastard" he said - and turned to walk off.
"It's partly luck" I said "but mostly it's the path I chose"
"You're weird" he said, before heading off into the world that made him miserable.
There goes a disease in the making, I thought to myself, if it hasn't already shown up.