Faux Pas

I just made one of the biggest social faux pas that one is never ever supposed to do and that I swore I never would do. There's this pretty little girl that works downstairs at the Winds. She's the sister of one of our clients & the sis-in-law of our newspaper ad guy, Bob. At some point, I recall someone saying she was pregnant. I even thought it might've been her herself. SOOOoooooo I went downstairs to the restaurant to fetch the butter that they had forgot to put in with our lunch order, spotted her protruding tummy, was reminded that she "was" pregnant. I'm not an especial fan of babies, but I was trying to be polite, so, I made mention of her upcoming babydom. Big mistake. She looked aghast & said, "nooo, no no no no no, that's not me, that's Jen. She's pregnant." And I said, "Oh? For some reason I thought you were pregnant." And then, because I was flustered & my face was flaming, I added salt to this wide open wound by saying as I patted my own, less extended gut (even tho' she is much smaller than me), "Well, it must be from all this good food here. I have that problem, too." Egad. As if that was the right thing to say. I mean, she has a perfect baby lump! She's not chubbed up anywhere else, just in her belly. My co-worker was surprised as well - "She's not pregnant??? I could've swore she was!" So, it wasn't just me that thought it, it was just me who said something about it. I'm never saying anything to anybody again. Just keepin' my trap shut like I usually do. But noooooooooooo I had to open my mouth this one time. She probably spit in the butter. I feel like a heel. I'm mortified. Ah well. What to do? I should've pooched my belly out in potbellied sympathy.

And, on top of all that, I'd parked the Goat right out front in a 2 hour spot rather than the usual block & a half away to avoid getting soaked by the storm this morning. It's not that I mind getting rained on AFTER work, I enjoy it in fact, but since my umbrella just disintegrated & I've yet to replace it, I chose to avoid the scene of a week ago when I raced thru a downpour & returned to the office looking like a large drowned rat. Nothing like trying to look somewhat professional with your hair matted to your head & your shirt clinging to.. well... everything. Anyway. I moved the Goat to the usual spot & had to RUN back to the office, thru a sudden gush of rain, and ended up looking like a slightly less drowned rat, my whole purpose defeated. Needless to say, I was greeted with gales of laughter from my very amused boss & co-worker who had seen the rain start.

Karma. At least the lunch was delicious, spitty butter & all. And, I didn't get a parking ticket!