Monday shows himself through a coworker

Lady I work with: [while patting her stomach] You.  You, uh, you got something?

Me: Pardon?

LIWW: You got something to say?  You pregnant?

Me: Um. No.  I am not.

LIWW: Oh!  [giggle giggle giggle] Just checking because it just sort of looks like you are [giggle giggle giggle]

And then I quit my job and ripped all of my hair out.

While I am used to this sort of comment from the 94 billion mothers I have here at work who rarely think about what they are saying to me, this particular person is was seemingly sane enough to know that this is probably not an appropriate thing to say.  I only wish I could write her off as a senile old lady with no filter!

But I do find it funny that as I am reading a book about insecurity, I get this extremely far-fetched crap from someone I think so highly of.  Kiss my grits, lady.

If you are a female, you need to get this book.  It will change your world, I promise.

** I am not fishing for compliments here.  Just, like, think before you say something.  Or something.  And get the book.  Those are my points.**