Curry anyone?

A gentleman I work with is expecting his first child. As of today, his wife is now a week overdue, and everyday I quiz him as to why he is here at work. As is the case with most things related to birthing; everyone offers their two cents worth of helpful advice. One of our colleagues jumped in and asked whether they had tried a "Vindaloo Curry" to get things moving. I responded that I thought that sex was a sure-fire kickstarter for labour. There was a moment of silence and a concerted look from the former advice givers direction. It appears that Vindaloo Curry was her "code" for sex. Oops.

Sorry for being so literal.