Wednesday, November 18, 2009

I should not be allowed out around civilized folk

This exchange took place between me and a cute young cashier at Earth Fare earlier this evening:

Cashier: (When she saw me coming) Here comes trouble.
Me: Yep. I'm trouble.
Cashier: (Smiling) How come you always get in my lane Mr. Trouble?
Me: Because I like causing pregnant women lots of trouble.
Cashier: (Shocked) What? I'm not pregnant.
Me: (Thinking she's kidding) Sure you are.
Cashier: No, I'm not. Seriously, I'm not.
Me: Umm, well, errh, uh...
Cashier: I know why you said that. It's these aprons they make us wear. We used to could wear them down around our waist, but now they're making them wear them all the way up and it must make me look pregnant or something.
Me: (Relieved) Yeah, that's it.

8 comments:

K.Line said...

Oh man! Brutal. For this reason, I won't even comment on a ready-to-burst pregnant woman.

Snad said...

Wonder who's gonna find a new line to stand in at Earth Fare?

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Ouch!!!!
At least you didn't try to feel her belly.

Lsamsa said...

Customer service to the Nth degree...giving you an 'out'...very generous of her.
Lesson here...unless she tells you or shows you a pic of the ultrasound (which, weirdly, I had someone show me hers tonight)...do not make any assumptions about a woman being in early pregnancy. Just wanting you to be safe & not sorry.

erin said...

Ick! I was always afraid of being one of those women who have a giant belly even after giving birth. It didn't stop me from consuming mass quantities during my pregnancies though.

Wings1295 said...

C'mon Doc! You should know better than that.

Still funny as hell tho. :)

Anonymous said...

Hey, at least they allow you around kids. The two of you seem to have the same type of filters.


-Angry Ballerina

Anonymous said...

When I was hugely pregnant with #2, I loved nothing more than fucking with people. Esp. court people. Look them dead in the eye and deny I was pregnant. Or, when asked what we were naming her, I would say that we were going to wait until we decided whether or not to keep her. Or said we were naming her Destiny Polehugger or Tunapaw Ladyproblems. I convinced several people at my old job that I was considering naming her Jesus 'the Experience.'