More than three days out of five, Ron and I share the same Metro train from our jobs to home. He is a 50-something year old man who sports a funny mustache--belonging more in rural South Carolina than suburban D.C. With his three kids, past divorce, and motorcycle-driving lifestyle, we don't have much in common. He started talking to me one day when he noticed that I regularly beat him through the turnstiles at our destination. When I revealed to him that my victory is due to riding in the back of the fourth car so I can ride the escalator as opposed to his front-of-the-second-car-and-then-stair-taking that gives me the edge, well, I apparently opened myself to being his friend. We don't chat every day, but enough.
One day last week, before even saying hi, he approaches me and asks, "Are you with child???"
Is it that obvious?