"God is in control. (long pause) Until I get that sh*t cut off."
Of all the vasectomy conversations I've ever overheard, this one has to be the classiest.
Only a few patrons slouched on stools at the Oak Hill Bar & Grill one Monday night a few weeks ago. The volume on the NFL game was low, so we all shared in each other's discussions.
With every Jack-and-Coke, (three? thirteen?) our hero--a tall, blonde kid in his mid-20s--got more and more animated.
His girlfriend broached the topic of children. She figured she'd have two or three.
"I'm from a big family," he said. "So I'm thinking five, six...hell, even seven. God is in control. (long pause) Until I get that sh*t cut off."