domestic bliss
Scene: Crawfish Boil, Saturday night
Guy: “So, how far along are you?” He asks without an introduction, much less a salutation.
Me: “Oh, umm… we’ve got about 2 weeks to go.”
Guy: “You are kidding me! My wife has four weeks to go and she refused to come tonight. She says she’s tired. I’m going to call her and tell her that there is another pregnant woman at the party, and that she should get over here!”
Me: Uncomfortable smile.
As he left to call her - he ACTUALLY called her and told her this! - all I could imagine is how she must have been so happy to have a night to herself, without him, and I ruined it. I am terribly sorry pregnant-woman-married-to-insensitive-rude-guy. Please forgive me.
Listening: Fleet Foxes
