When I did open my eyes, there was a gargantuan baby bump right in front of me. I almost screamed. Not even kidding.
Then I noticed that the poor mom-to-be looked more exhausted than I did. So before I knew what I was doing, I was standing up and hearing myself say, “Would you like a seat?”
She was no fool. She sat down so fast I thought it might send her into labour.
But it was only fair really. A couple of times when I was wearing my tent-shaped winter coat, I was offered a seat. It was only after I said my thank yous and sat down that I realized they’d only given it up because they thought I was preggers.
Torn between being insulted and embarrassed, I settled on just happy I finally got a seat.
Gotta love those happy endings!
P.S. A song for those days when gravity gets you down. Enjoy!