The Tottering Teacup

Labor started on a Monday afternoon in Chipotle. I was halfway down the assembly line about to ask for pico and cheese when I found myself unable to get out the words. I sagged against the countertop, eyes squeezed shut, and waited for the contraction to pass. “Are you in labor?” the Chipotle worker asked, eyes wide above her mask, one hand hovering over the cheddar.  “I think it’s starting!” I smile-grimaced back, hoping to sound more chipper than dramatic.  Already...