If the Shoe Fits, Eat It

So I'm at the bus stop today, having a smoke while I'm waiting for the next bus, when a cute girl who looks to be about five months pregnant comes down the sidewalk.

She stopped when she got to me. "Hey, you wouldn't happen to have an extra cigarette, would you?" she asked.

The tiny shred of morals I had left answered, "You know, I don't feel comfortable giving a cigarette to a pregnant lady."

She looked confused for a second, then an expression of both humiliation and irritation crossed her face. "But....but I'm not pregnant."

My eyes ran down her body, and a second look told me that no, she just loved her some ravioli. Or beer. (Or both.)

I felt so bad I gave her two.