As most of you know, my strange illness has given me a belly that makes me look about seven months pregnant. After so many years I have been able to find the humour both in the queries and the responses I give to the queries. Sometimes I actually look forward to bizarre responses because they make such good stories. Belly-laugh Fridays is my chance to share these humorous tidbits with all of you. Enjoy.
As I’ve mentioned before, I often pretend to be pregnant when I’m out in public. No explanations needed this way. No horror or embarrassment with people I will never see again. If I”m out and about the whole day in public, it becomes easy to start thinking like a pregnant woman.
Like the time I had spent my day travelling around Toronto by public transit. I got on my last streetcar for the day. It was packed and I was exhausted. We were all squished together like the proverbial sardines. In front of where I was standing, two youngish men sat, bulging large packages out into my space and blatantly ignoring me. I tried to push my belly out further, but they either did not see me or pretended not to see me.
I glared at them thinking, “Weren’t you taught to let a preganant woman have your seat?”
I fortunately came to my senses before anything actually came out of my mouth. What was I thinking?