Re: Cancun Balloon
"What do you *mean* there's no doctor?" She exclaimed, holding her bloated stomach firmly but delicately, like she was carrying a nine-month baby. Although, her husband thought as he looked at her, it was probably closer to a nine-year baby.
"Honey, you wanted 'remote', and, well, this is remote. *really* remote. They said the soonest the doctor could get here would be tomorrow morning."
Susan's brow furrowed. "Can't we take a taxi or something? I look like I'm gonna pop!"
"Where on earth are we going to find a taxi at this hour?" Her husband asked, throwing his arms to the side. "Does chitty-chitty-bang-band give rides?"
"Don't get smart with me," Susan scowled, "Or I'll make you piggyback me into town."
Susan's husband feared neither of them would survive such a trip.
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