Ever since I became visibly pregnant, I've gotten sweet smiles and kind comments from strangers. No one has touched my belly, no one has gotten weird... until last week.
While I was boarding my flight to Panama City Beach (family vacay, y'all), the male flight attendant decided to be a awkward creepster. He took one look at my belly and goes, "Mmmhmmm. We know what YOU'VE been doing."
Wat.
I gave him a weird (read: horrified) look and just shrugged as I shuffled past him. He wasn't done.
"Know what you're having?"
"Girl." One-word answer. Keep shuffling.
"What's her name?"
Another shrug. "Don't know yet." (Lie. I do know.)
"Oh, I bet you know. Just keeping it to yourself!"
"Okay, then." Shuffle faster. Find seat. Relay creepiness to Dave.
I mean, really. I thought flight attendants, especially, were supposed to have solid people skills. Definitely not the case with this guy. This is -- for sure -- the closest to sexual harassment I've ever been, and I never would have predicted it would happen during pregnancy. So, thanks, creepy Southwest employee, for the additional pregnancy milestone.
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