I was "outed" last week by someone in another department. As many of you know, there’s a certain irony there.
Then earlier this week, another person from a completely different department came into my office, squatted down next to my chair and whispered, "I just have to ask…you’ve always have had a flat tummy*…are you pregnant?"
She’s smooth, wouldn’t you agree? "Flat tummy"? Hooo-boy, talk about laying it on sweetly before going for the jugular.
And that’s how you ask an acquaintance if she’s pregnant.
Certainly better than the "Is there a bun in the oven?" question.