While trying on our gear for the volcano climb that never happened, the hiking boot woman patted my belly and inquired cheerfully, "Esperando un bebe??" A dark moment in any woman's life (when she is NOT, in fact, esperando por nada). I wish I could say it's the first time this has happened to me. The other time was when I ran into an old college friend while I was wine tasting. WINE TASTING! Come on people.
Anyhow, I was going to write a blog entry about it, then more significant things happened and I never got around to it.
Yesterday, while wearing the same velour jumpsuit (my bus ride uniform), I popped into the grocery store to pick up some food for our eight hour bus ride to Bariloche. With Reece holding our bags at the bus station, I raced through the store gathering bread, ham and cheese. When I got to the front, the check-out lines were outrageously long. One immediately stood out to me, as a woman paid for her groceries with nobody behind her. I jumped in, only to see that the line was for elderly people and expectant mothers only. Drats. I hopped over to another line, before realizing that the girl holding a small basket in front of me had an overflowing cart she was about to pull over as well. Shit. I checked my watch nervously, realizing I was going to risk missing this bus if I didn't get the heck out of there. It was time to seize control of this situation.
Letting the beer gut hang proudly, I walked right back up to the prego line and confidently placed my items on the conveyor belt. "Ring up these sandwiches fast lady, I'm eating for two!!"
I didn't actually say that. But it would have been pretty funny if I did, huh?