You know what?! Yes. I AM hungry. That's why I'm ordering a salad. And that's also why I ordered a cookie an hour ago and why I ordered an egg and cheese sandwich when I came in two hours ago.
Pregnant women get hungry. Really hungry. Like, you're lucky I didn't crawl over here to place my order while lying prone on the floor in front of the register hungry. I'm creating an entire new human being WITH MY BODY and that takes CALORIES. What are you doing later? Texting someone while you read Us Magazine by the pool? Yeah, I thought so. I'll be making LUNGS.
And if you must know, I'm going to eat my salad LATER in my OFFICE, where I have to go because this restaurant didn't have the foresight to put any OUTLETS at NORMAL TABLES. Have you ever sat on a barstool while pregnant? There is a reason pregnant women shouldn't drink and it has nothing to do with alcohol. Barstools will mess your pelvis and hips all to hell. Think about it.
So next time why don't you keep the giggles and passive aggressive comments to your coworkers to yourself. "WOW, she's HUNGRY!" isn't all that clever, anyway, since you work in a RESTAURANT. Hungry people? In a restaurant? SHOCKING. Some suggestions for future employment if you don't want to interact with hungry people: an office, a library, The Gap, Sears (but not the one by the food court).
Now please give me my salad without further commentary so I can leave before I actually say something out loud.