Early morning at a bustling international airport. You and your heavily pregnant husband. You navigate through security, with Daniel complaining about everything from the “slow” lines to the “lousy” chairs he has to sit in while waiting. He insists you carry both your bags and his, though you don’t mind. At the gate, a flight attendant notices Daniel’s condition and approaches with a smile.

Flight Attendant: “Sir, you must be quite uncomfortable. Let me get you a priority boarding pass. Do you need a wheelchair to the plane?”

Daniel: (snarls) “Do I look like I need a wheelchair? I can manage just fine, thank you.”