There was an older man at the penalty box around 5pm for diner. I'm 7 months pregnant and as my husband and I were walking out he said "can I pray for you to have a safe delivery". I agreed, he asked my name and I told him. He said how about something funny and i said ok. He told me to make a fist, he then said potatoe. He told me to open my hands and look at my fingers and said now its french fries. I giggled. It was a long day and even tho the joke was kinda lame he made me laugh. Thank you for praying for my unborn child and a safe delivery. You have been spotted.