I pulled into the parking lot today alongside a Civic in a big hurry. I watched with mild interest as the driver slid their car into a parking place clearly marked "Expecting Mother."
I've been an expecting mother (twice) and I personally don't think of an unborn baby as a medical condition except for those unfortunate people who experience complications and do end up with a medical condition.... at which point I think the handicapped spots are more appropriate.
Still I was a little surprised to see a large man with the shoulders of a football player get out of the car. I said softly "You don't look pregnant.."
He turned to me. What had I said?
I repeated "you don't look like you're expecting..." Then I indicated the parking place.
He laughed. "Oh. Oh that!"
Yes, that.
The guy was in a big hurry, was in fact "already six minutes late for a very important meeting" he explained apologetically and then added meaningfully, "You know how it is."
Actually I don't know how it is. I wheel my bicycle through the lobby and drop it off in an empty worker bee cube. I'm late plenty often but I never have trouble parking my ride.
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