To Ashleigh: "Hey Blondie!" and "Are you Norweigan?"
To Nancy: "Are you Russian? No? Then you must be Polish!"
To Katherine: "You're cousins with her? We thought you were Latina!"
But on the day of the cruise, I finally was asked my very own special question: With a bottle of rum in hand, one of the tour guides approached our group. Mid-pour into my outreached cup, he looked at me inquisitively and stopped pouring. "Baby?" he said with a concerned tone of voice.
At first I didn't get it. "What?"
"Oh..." he trailed off, and continued to pour.
There you have it folks. A dude thought I was pregnant. And I was wearing a bikini at the time. True story.
No amount of turbojam can undo that kind of hurt.