The other week I was picking up some stuff at the dollar store near my house, and the (younger) (quiet) (Latina) cashier asked me how I was.
"Hung over, honestly," I was like. "Too many martinis yesterday, and I stayed out till four."
"That sounds like fun," she was like, "But I can't because of this," and at that she patted her belly.
"Oh," I was like.
"December," she was like, "Just in time for New Year's."
"Congratulations," I was like.
Then, quickly, as if she hadn't even heard me, she was like, "Though, that's what got me here in the first place," and at that she looked at me and laughed.
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