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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