Yesterday Jonathan and I went to Steak N Shake. Being the protein-obsessed pest that I am, I kept asking the waitress how many ounces were in the meat of my burger, how big was the shake I was drinking, etc. What follows is our conversation as we were getting our check.
"What college do you go to?" the waitress asked politely.
"Umm..." I said, surprised, "Hebrew Union College for grad school."
"Oh!" she exclaimed. "My friend is getting her degree in nutrition and has to keep a count of what she eats. I thought you were doing something like that for UC or Xavier [University of Cincinnati and Xavier University, the two big schools in the area]."
"No," I replied, "I'm pregnant, and my midwife wants me to get a certain amount of protein per day."
"You're PREGNANT?!" she said, shocked. "You don't LOOK pregnant!!" Then she made me stand up to see my belly.
So apparently,
1) I don't look pregnant sitting down. And
2) I still look like a college kid.
This makes me think that other people seeing me on the street think that I'm just another 21 year old who's gotten knocked up. Sigh.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
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4 comments:
I hope you gave that girl a BIG tip!
We walked through a casino on our vacation. I got carded on the way in (but the bouncer specifically insisted he did NOT need to see Michael's ID). Minimum age requirement: 19. At least you look like you're IN college!
I read this entry every day just to start my day off with a big laugh! I love your conclusions!!!
Love you too!
Mom
Becca, you can be sure we did!
Jessica, OY!! There MUST be extenuating circumstances, you look at LEAST 23 or 24. :)
And Mom, see, these things never happened to you on bedrest!
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