Ok, I'm back...

... literally.

This happened a few weeks ago, but it really does need to be blogged about.  So I hopped in my car to go to work and noticed that with the cooling of the weather my tires really needed a boost of air.  So I stopped at the Chevron because they let you use their air pump for free.  I was dressed in a sweater and scarf and gloves as I bent down to check the tire pressure and fill them up accordingly.  It was at this moment that I realized that bending down for long periods of time are not fun in my current pregnant state.  In fact, I was unable to really bend and ended up squatting, all legs out and butt bigger than life type of squat.  And still I struggled.  One of the hoses didn't work so I had to change in the middle and over all the quick stop to fill up the tires ended up taking a ridiculous amount of time.  I wasn't worried though cause there weren't many people around.... at least I thought.  It was after I got up from the last tire all red faced and big butt squatted out that I noticed the car to my right.  The one that hadn't moved for a while.  The one that had a male driver in it patiently waiting for his turn at the air pump.  The one that witnessed my whole show of big butt squattedness.  I couldn't even pretend that there was any kind of view to admire.  There was no delicate super-model bending over.  Just large and in charge.

Two thoughts:  "Oi" and "Dude, what kind of a person are you to watch a pregnant woman struggle while you sit in your car!"  Chivalry just might be dead my  friends.