A normally pretty sweet older lady client came in today and was making conversation.  The first thing out of her mouth:  "Are you expecting?"
Me (playing dumb and really hoping she wasn't asking me what I thought she was):  "Expecting....?"
Her (starting to trip on her British-accented words):  "Uh... oh..."
Me (looking down at my stomach):  "Am I pregnant?  No, do I look it??"
Her (foot in mouth):  "I'm so sorry!  What I mean is... is... you have that look about you."
Me (fake laughing and trying to let her off the hook):  "Oh, do I have that glow?  Am I glowing?  I'll take that part."
Her:  "Oh, yes, that must be it!  I'm so sorry!"
Me (trying not to tear up):  "Oh, it's okay."
Come on.  Shouldn't she know better?  Shouldn't anyone know better?  I mean, I know she doesn't know any of my past or that it would be a painful question, but knowing how sensitive women in general can be about their weight and being a woman herself... shouldn't she have known better?!
I guess I really do need to hit the gym more often.  Hint taken. 
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