A Rose by any other name

My wife is a quiet, subdued woman who withholds speaking with her intelligence. She carries it like a concealed weapon.
After I had to leave our daughters doc appointment early to get to work I get a call from my wife regarding my son who is having a meltdown because he typically likes to wave to me out a window when i normally leave for work. Now here was me leaving from the clinic and my son is in a room with no windows and he can’t say goodbye the way he likes, so, being the stubborn and determined child he is freaks out/melts down. To which a kind nurse was nice enough to escort him to a nearby window while my wife, who is now upset also, has to get our daughter thru the rest of her appointment which will result in her getting shots. Two upset kids a fraught wife and another nurse thus ly commented in passing, “if that was my son…” a comment that, as it fell upon the ears of my normally reserved wife brought around a whiplash stare down. A stare to which, if glares were words her words would have said “what? You’d spank him? You’d tell me how to discipline my child who is upset because he misses his dad? You, as a health professional, are going to tell me how to handle my own child by serving his needs by striking his bottom?” But she just stared. Fixed deeply into her pupils daring her to finish her editorial on my wife’s parenting.
I was amazes hearing of my wife’s reserve. I apologized to her about my son’s freakout and as tears filled her eyes recounting the story I reminded her she does great job and did nothing wrong.
My son even apologized for freaking out. No word or apology from the nurse who was providing commentary, however.

I like going to the gym. I dislike using the locker rooms. Everytime I used to use them I was confronted with the unfortunate sight of a naked man sitting casually on the one of the couches or chairs reading a paper or watching TV. I had been away for about a year because of new family and upon rejoining a few months back my schedule had worked out so that I could get back home to change and shower before heading to work. Today, my schedule was a bit constrained and I was using the locker room to save a trip back home. Not a minute into my first use of the locker room facilities when a large, heaving man came lumbering out of the showers. In my head I begged that he just be descent and dress. Please for the love of God, get dressed. Please for the sake of all that is holy, please stop heading towards the couches.
They say a lapsed person rediscovers God and religion in their final days to reconnect hope. At this moment with the threat of having a large naked man strewn across a couch situated behind me and in eyesight of an unavoidable mirror, I was hoping for sone holy servant to come down and either wrap this man in holy linens or blind me with salvation to avoid the horror I was about to bear witness.
With a grunt and an exasperation of efforted air the large man did sit. God did not bring grace upon me as their in the reflection, sitting on the couch with legs splayed so that all of this man’s horrific glory hung there.
I surprisingly was able to dress quickly despite my eyes being squeezed shut and I responded with a cordial “uh-huh” as the large man greeted me in a salutation as i hurriedly exited the locker room.
Next time I’ll risk the time crunch and safely change at home.

Correct me if I’m wrong but the Star Trek films go in this order:
-first movie
-Wrath of Kahn
-hide and go seek Spock
-the cool whale one
-the one not as cool as the whale one that was supposedly the last movie
-the one where they find God