I exit the office building for lunch just as an attractive blonde passes me to enter. She sports a black t-shirt with the words “Due in August” emblazoned in white across her chest. I lower my eyes to read it.

Strike one.

My brain recognizes that “Due in August” indicates pregnancy. I gaze further down to confirm this analysis.

Strike two.

Rather than continue my head’s natural movement towards the ground, as if my original intent is simply to innocently examine cracks in the sidewalk, my head reverses direction. I make momentary eye contact.

Strike three.

I have just inadvertently performed, within the space of a second, the infamous “nod” to which my species, lamentably, is sometimes prone. All from a seemingly innocuous three-word phrase on a black t-shirt.