Disclaimer: This post discusses boobs. If you are offended by boobs or do not wish to know about my boobs in particular cease reading now.
So, I was pumping the old boobs this morning to get some milks for the kid. Normally I don't take too many precautions. I don't lock the front door - it's a secure building - I don't draw the drapes - neighbors who can see in are never home and even if they were what they could glimpse through the trees between their homes and mine would hardly be entertaining. But sometimes the unexpected happens and you realize that, as you sit on the couch attached to the breast pump which sort of makes you look like one of those dairy cows, there are two men on a type of construction crane slowly passing by the patio outside on their way up to another floor. (Note: Our patio is directly above the opening to the underground parking so we don't normally see too many people in front of our patio. They'd have to be able to walk on air to get there.) Thankfully I was able to move the shirt down a bit to cover what was worth covering. Lesson learned. In the future, I shall check for cranes before settling down on the couch to pump.