Your Girl Friday International

When I was working as a night janitor, at a marine park; we had certain amount of liberty time. So, we could choose where in the park we wanted to take our breaks. I liked the manta/stingray petting pool. There was an outcropping of rocks that was comfortable and allowed me to reach the petting pool. As I waited patiently at t he edge, the surface of the pool was choppy. Soon enough a nose popped up near where I sat. I reached forward and touched the top of its head. Then another and another broke the surface, seeking treats. Rolling over each other, vying for a closer spot. I touched the gooey, flexible skin, feeling the skin give a little as I pressed my fingertips. They didn’t seem to mind as they kept near me as I continued to pat them on the head. It occurred to me that…