Candy's Column
Shamelessly Playing the Pregnancy Card
CANDY: I’d like the chicken fingers meal… off the children’s menu, please.
WAITER: Can’t do that, ma’am.
CANDY: Please?
WAITER: We’ll have to charge you an extra four bucks —
CANDY: (POINTING AT BELLY) But it’s for her! She’s under 12.
The waiter laughs uncomfortably, stumped.
WAITER: Ha, ha. Haven’t heard that one before…
CANDY: (RUBBING BELLY) So the chicken fingers. For $4.99 then?
WAITER: Um…
CANDY: Great. Thanks.
WAITER: Very well, ma’am.
