April 5, 2011

To Ask Or Not To Ask

I was still working at parole when I got pregnant with Aidan. When I began to show I would see the parolees looking at my pooch but most were smart enough, or too scared, to ask. Except one guy. He kept glancing down and starting to ask but stopping himself. I guess the urge for small talk overrode his hesitation and soon he took the chance.

Officer Amanda? (they didn't call me Amanda but for blog purposes let's go with that...)

Yeah?


When.. um, are you.. due?

*evil thought enters my mind* What?!?! Due? What the hell are you asking me?


Oh shit, I'm sorry Mrs Amanda, um, oh God, I knew I shouldn't have said anything! Shit! I'm...

*smirk* Just kiddin', due in August.


Jeee-susss Christ, Mrs Amanda! You scared the SHIT outta me! You wrong for that Officer Amanda!

I don't know what he was so scared of, it wasn't like we could actually put them in jail - not locally anyway. But that's a rant for another blog post.
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