Scene: Hudson Books, Houston Hobby Airport, 5:30 a.m. (pre-coffee)
“How far along are you?” the young girl behind the counter cooed at me.
Five simple words that should bring so much joy. If I were actually pregnant.
“Wow.” It was all I could mutter. At first. And then the tirade started.
“Don’t ever ask anyone that question.”
“I said don’t ever ask anyone that question.”
“What if I had just lost a baby?”
She was dumbfounded. Obviously she required further clarification.
“What if I’m having trouble conceiving? What if I’m struggling to lose the 20 pounds I’ve put on this past year due to stress and the delicate balance between depression and sanity?”
“I was just trying to start a conversation.”
“Well your conversation topic is both ignorant and insensitive.”
She was confused. The words were too big.
“Rude and stupid.” I clarified.
And then I stormed off.
And promptly felt like an asshole.
Clearly the cute black T-shirt dress I got on sale at Banana Republic isn’t as flattering as I thought. Or some people are just ignorant. Either way, I’m burning this dress and going for a run. And the next time I’m in Hudsom News at Houston Hoby Airport, I’m going to look for this girl and apologize for my early morning assholey tirade.