When I was pregnant with the twins in 2008, there was a day I was standing outside the grocery store talking with a friend. We hadn't been there long when we were approached by a Filipina woman who left me speechless in a matter of moments.
The petite, dark-haired lady appeared old enough to be a grandmother and had a flamboyant personality. She stepped into our conversational space in a way that would suggest she was close friends with one of us. I naturally assumed she knew my friend. We continued our conversation, which had left off with my friend asking me about my pregnancy symptoms. The Filipina lady didn't skip a beat when she interrupted and said in a shocked and rather loud voice, "You're pregnant?" When I answered, "Yes," she reached out and ,while rubbing my belly, said, "I thought you were just fat!" I was stunned and could only smile awkwardly as my friend and I stared at one another in disbelief. In another moment, the woman had disappeared into the store, leaving me searching for words with my friend. Within seconds we realized neither of us knew the woman and we laughed with the realization that we had been victims of a verbal hit-and-run!
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