Standard disclaimer: I do not hate children. I hate bad parenting, I hate a LACK of parenting, and I hate the mentality that parents are oh, so special because they had kids and I didn't. They're not better than me, we've just made different life choices. And it's not their kid's fault that their parents are jerks.
That said...
Suck the First - Wherein your choices don't exempt you from the law
I really don't give two short shits that your grotesquely swollen belly makes it "hard for you to get closer to the table". The law states that your cards have to remain over the table at all times. This is to prevent cheating, fraud, collusion, and all other sorts of fun things that are, idk, illegal. So no, you can't just sit back and rest your cards on your stomach. You don't get a free pass because you chose to get knocked up. You have arms - stretch them out and use them if you're really so limited by the size of your belly. Or, I don't know, save the casino trip for when you're not eighteen months pregnant? Either way, if you want to play, then you have to follow the damn rules just like everyone else.
Suck the Second - Wherein my personal life is none of your damn business
The only reason you know my NAME is because I'm required by law to wear it on a namebadge. Were I not required to wear it, I wouldn't. I don't want to tell you my name, how old I am, where I'm from, or anything else about me. I have an accent? Well bully for me, now can you just focus on the damn game?
What's that? You're asking if I'm single? Married? Seeing anyone? Do I have kids? Let me stop you right there. First of all, while I can appreciate that you're at least acknowledging that I'm a human and not some automaton plugged into the table to deal the cards, all of this stuff is incredibly personal and none of your business. Secondly, I realize you have no way of knowing this, but the "kids" thing is a hot button topic for me. I have a lot of very strong opinions on parents, their stupidity, and why the majority of kids today are whining illiterates who expect the world handed to them on a silver platter. I choose not to air those views at work, because they have no bearing on the job I'm here to do.
So when I shut you down with a polite "No, I don't have children, would you like to hit or stay", that's not your cue to start interrogating me. One day? Would I like kids one day? Why don't I want kids? Do I hate kids? Well, when I meet the right guy, I'll want kids (never mind that a) I only date women and b) if SHE is really the right WOMAN, then she'll respect that I don't want any, and most likely won't want any either). Well, I'll change my mind when I'm older (I'm not twelve and rebelling against parents that just don't understand, I'm twenty seven and resent the implication that I'm too stupid to know my own mind). Why I even gave you as much as "No, I don't have children" is my latest and greatest regret.
Why are you still talking? Can you not see that I'm about three seconds away from picking up this very heavy, very expensive shuffling machine and smashing it over your head? MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS AND KEEP THE FUCK OUT OF MINE.
Disclaimer 2: I don't hold it against anyone who has, is having, or wants to have kids in the future. I just get resentful when people either try to push their choices on me, or try to make me deal with the consequences of the choices they've made. That's all
I have nieces and nephews that I adore. I swear I don't hate kids - I just don't want any. Please don't tell me I'll change my mind, even in jest. That's incredibly offensive to me, hence the making of this post! lol
That said...
Suck the First - Wherein your choices don't exempt you from the law
I really don't give two short shits that your grotesquely swollen belly makes it "hard for you to get closer to the table". The law states that your cards have to remain over the table at all times. This is to prevent cheating, fraud, collusion, and all other sorts of fun things that are, idk, illegal. So no, you can't just sit back and rest your cards on your stomach. You don't get a free pass because you chose to get knocked up. You have arms - stretch them out and use them if you're really so limited by the size of your belly. Or, I don't know, save the casino trip for when you're not eighteen months pregnant? Either way, if you want to play, then you have to follow the damn rules just like everyone else.
Suck the Second - Wherein my personal life is none of your damn business
The only reason you know my NAME is because I'm required by law to wear it on a namebadge. Were I not required to wear it, I wouldn't. I don't want to tell you my name, how old I am, where I'm from, or anything else about me. I have an accent? Well bully for me, now can you just focus on the damn game?
What's that? You're asking if I'm single? Married? Seeing anyone? Do I have kids? Let me stop you right there. First of all, while I can appreciate that you're at least acknowledging that I'm a human and not some automaton plugged into the table to deal the cards, all of this stuff is incredibly personal and none of your business. Secondly, I realize you have no way of knowing this, but the "kids" thing is a hot button topic for me. I have a lot of very strong opinions on parents, their stupidity, and why the majority of kids today are whining illiterates who expect the world handed to them on a silver platter. I choose not to air those views at work, because they have no bearing on the job I'm here to do.
So when I shut you down with a polite "No, I don't have children, would you like to hit or stay", that's not your cue to start interrogating me. One day? Would I like kids one day? Why don't I want kids? Do I hate kids? Well, when I meet the right guy, I'll want kids (never mind that a) I only date women and b) if SHE is really the right WOMAN, then she'll respect that I don't want any, and most likely won't want any either). Well, I'll change my mind when I'm older (I'm not twelve and rebelling against parents that just don't understand, I'm twenty seven and resent the implication that I'm too stupid to know my own mind). Why I even gave you as much as "No, I don't have children" is my latest and greatest regret.
Why are you still talking? Can you not see that I'm about three seconds away from picking up this very heavy, very expensive shuffling machine and smashing it over your head? MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS AND KEEP THE FUCK OUT OF MINE.
Disclaimer 2: I don't hold it against anyone who has, is having, or wants to have kids in the future. I just get resentful when people either try to push their choices on me, or try to make me deal with the consequences of the choices they've made. That's all

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