Okay, that was weird.

[rivka]

I was standing at the bus stop this morning, wearing a full-length overcoat buttoned up to mid-chest.

A middle-aged guy walked by and we made brief eye contact, so we nodded at each other. Then he stopped, waved at my midsection, and asked, "Girl?"

I was stunned.

"Yes," I said, "but how on earth could you tell?"

He grinned at me. "I always know. I guessed every one of my children." He wished me a happy holidays, and then went on his way.

Seriously: I know that people develop all kinds of theories based on how you're carrying, or whatever, but I was wearing a figure-obscuring wool coat. You can see that there is a bump, but not the shape of the bump. So how the hell?

Comments

[jinian.livejournal.com]

Neat. I suppose it could be like chicken sexing.

[rivka.livejournal.com]

That's a fascinating article.

It's also full of entertaining phrases. "Is there really anything unusual about the chicken sexer?" "Granted, it takes people a lot of time and effort to learn to identify birds by jizz or reliably sex chicks." "If I went for more than four days without chick sexing work I started to have 'withdrawal symptoms'. Several of my students have expressed the same feeling when they have not sexed chickens for a week or so."

I bet it was fun to write.