"BUNTIS KA?!?" I blurted out as bits of asado shot out of my nose and splattered on her forehead. Of course she wasn't pregnant, it was just my impulse every time she gets all serious and stuff. And then she told me. To quote her: "Gusto ko na lang maggamot ng mga lolo at lola na masakit ang tuhod." It was sad, of course, as Mrs. T and I have been blockmates since college way back in 1997. After milking for sympathy and guilt and unleashing a barrage of self-abandonment issues I told her that it is what it is, but I think you're making the wrong decision.
And now, a year and half hence, after a longish contemplation on whether it would be time to finally hang down my head in shame, it is indeed with much shame that I tell Mrs. T if she could read this: "You were right! BY GOLLY GEE YOU WERE RIGHT! GETMEOUTTAHERE!!!!!" AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAH!
Too much bleeping deaths and other horrific things.