Handicapped?

So Dan and I decided to go out on a hot date last night, which for us means dinner and a movie. We went to see Religulous at a little theater downtown. I may write some of my thoughts on the movie later . . . very interesting. So before the movie started I decided that I had to pee, because I always have to pee. So I walked out of the theater and into the lobby - which is very small and you have to walk right past the front door and ticket person to get to the ladies room. So the ticket person is a man - and as I am walking towards him he is staring at my belly. I don't mean politely glancing at my belly. I mean staring. A lot. Hard. So I am a bit uncomfortable, and as I get closer he looks up and smiles at me. I smile back, and he takes this as an invitation to say something. What does he say? Dialogue:

Me: Smile
Guy: There is a handicapped bathroom straight back, and you are more than welcome to use it.
Me: Smile and Nod

Seriously? Did this guy really just direct me to the handicapped bathroom? I mean, isn't that reserved for handicapped people? Does being prego qualify me as handicapped? But seriously, what was I supposed to think. Did this guy think I was too huge to fit inside the regular sized stalls in the non handicapped bathroom?

Still not sure whether I should be insulted or amused I use the non handicapped bathroom and return to my seat, where I relayed the story to Dan. Dialogue:

Me: Seriously? How is one supposed to respond to that?
Dan: Have you seen my baseball? (With lisp)