About 11 years ago, I was out with the then 'soon-to-be' SigourneysBeaver - at a very nice Thai restaurant.
We're sitting there, ploughing through the wine after our first course,
everything's going fine, apart from I just can NOT stop hiccupping. It's
really distracting, and starting to wear very thin indeed - as it would
after about 20 - 30 minutes.

Anyway, we're sitting there, trying to make light of the fact I sound
like a broken record, when the waitress comes over to our table and says
to me, "Sir. Your wife's outside. She told me to tell you that she's
pregnant."

I looked at the waitress.

I looked at my girlfriend.

I looked at the waitress, growing ever more mortified.

I looked at my girlfriend, with a "I SERIOUSLY have no idea what's going
on here" look on my face.

I look at the waitress again, just about to say something - but she gets
in before me and says, "there you go. No more hiccups!", smiles and
walks off.

Nice.
(SigourneysBeaver took off and nuked the entire site from orbit on, Sat 6 Apr 2013, 19:12, Reply)