"You know what makes me sad?"

.....she asked him.

"What's that?" he said.

"When you see pictures of missing pets that people post on telephone poles. I always want to call them weeks later and ask them if they found their dog or cat. But then I think that maybe that's just cruel to do just in case they haven't."

"Yeah, that is sad," he said.

She likes how they can agree on stuff. She knows he's a good friend. It's a healthy reciprical friendship. Give and take.

"You know what I think is sad," he continues, "not that what you just said isn't, but that I have to work with a republican in the next cube that is so blind to what's going on in the world that it's almost unbearable. I mean, the guy has the wool pulled over his eyes so much so that it almost makes me angry."

She can see his point. She agrees - people who are blind to truth are very annoying.

"Actually, I just found out another thing that made me sad," she said. "Did you know that in medieval Christianity, a deceased pregnant woman could be buried in a Christian cemetery only if she had been baptized. Meaning the unborn child was not allowed to be buried without being baptized. Therefore, they used to cut out the unborn child and bury it outside of the cemetery in unconsecrated ground," she stated.

This seemed to be a turning point in their conversation. He looked at her with a glaze over his eyes.

"Was there ever a time when things were ok?" he asks her.

"I don't know," she responded. "I think sadness finds its way to me - I'm just a messenger."