Yesterday, the Schwan's man came to my home. We were perusing the catalogue, and he says, "And since it looks like you're pregnant...."
I didn't hear the rest of the sentence.
"I'm not pregnant," I say, "I have a nine month old."
Now I know my stomach sticks out disproportionately to the rest of the body, but hey, I'm back to my pre-pregnancy weight and I'm back to my pre-pregnancy size-- my proportions are just a bit different. I accept it. I'm okay with it. And I know with a little running this spring, my stomach will probably be a little more normal too.
So my self-esteem was fine, but the part of myself that just wants to make everyone feel comfortable wondered what I should say next...
"Moron."
That's what I should have said.
"You're a moron."
5 comments:
Oh my! What a moron. Doesn't he know you NEVER ask or assume a woman is pregant unless her water just broke and she is going into labor. I can't believe he thought your were prego? My goodness...has he never seen a pregnant woman before?
I can't imagine anyone saying anything like that. I don't know if "moron" is the correct thing to say. I think I would have ushered him out the door.
Love.
I hope you didn't order anything from him.
Well, misery does love company and frankly I'm glad I'm not the only one with a little extra around the middle. Here's to the Falder stomachs!
Well, I can understand how all of you ladies feel about what very much appears like an insensitive comment. But, being a guy, there's a part of me that really feels for this ice cream salesman. I've had so many times when I've said things and watched my words fall down the steps as I said them. I usually fall into that trap when I'm trying to make conversation. By the way, Traci, you are a beautiful woman, as are all of my nieces.
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