Congratulations on the baby

As I was getting my hair cut today by a rather attractive woman, I couldn't help but notice that she had a fatal flaw: a bit of a belly sticking out. She had a great body, except for that. Then the more I thought about it, the more I discreetly stared at her through the mirror, the more I started to wonder if she was actually pregnant and just starting to show. I became convinced of it, and she was about the age that most mothers are at when they get all preggo for the first time.

I was about to congratulate her on the baby when all of a sudden it struck me that this could be a fatal move. Here is a woman that is cutting my hair with sharp scissors. Not only was my wonderful coiffe in perilous danger, but she also yielded a pair of sharp blades next to my throat! I figured that if I got it wrong, and she just has this awkwardly out-of-proportion gut, that it could quickly turn into an awkward situation. I still think she was pregnant, though...