“What’s your sign?” The pickup line had long since gone from cool to cliche to creepy and was now absurd.
“It’s big, it’s red, has eight sides and says ‘STOP’.”
I was not in the mood. He had already asked me if I came here often to which I had replied, “Only when traveling.” I couldn’t wait to get on the plane and visit my family, but I was already missing my husband and was worried about flying six months pregnant. For some reason, I still didn’t show so I got no questions from the airport staff and I guess we can forgive the nervous youth who managed to overlook my rings.
I didn’t tell him I’m a virgo. Virgos were tidy, uptight creatures and that right there made me write off the concept of astrology.
Like I said, I was pregnant. As we took off , my baby was clearly upset…
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