So Danny asked me to go to Chick-fil-a to pick up 18 orders of their mini chicken breakfast…

So Danny asked me to go to Chick-fil-a to pick up 18 orders of their mini chicken breakfast sandwiches for the guys at work. When I got their and ordered the cashier eye'd my belly. I looked at her and went 'they aren't for me'. Then once they were done a guy brought them over to me and as I got up from the booth to take them he looked at my bump and grinned. I grabbed the bag and said THEY AREN'T FOR ME! He laughed. Like I am not THAT much of a pig jeez.