On Day 6 of our tropical vacation, we went on a day-long tour. After spending two hours on a bus driving through the Dominican Republic (for the second time that week, no less, due to inclimate weather), we arrived at a marina where we boarded this catamaran.
The weather was beautiful and perfect for sailing to a tropical island.
All throughout the week, everyone had been approaching our group with questions.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.
But then I got a coconut and all was well in the world again.
I bet he felt like the world's biggest ass.
ReplyDeleteSweet coconut, what's the green stuff on it?
Someone thought I was pregnant this summer, it was around the same time another person told me I looked like Miranda from sex in the city. I imagined myself as a pregnant Miranda for quite some time after that.
ReplyDeleteI love the last picture, you look so happy :)
ReplyDeletemiss you!
That man was obviously extremely dull-witted.
ReplyDeleteOn the bright side, I've never seen anyone happier with a coconut.