While walking to my car one day in the supermarket parking lot, I hear someone following close behind me. From the sound of the engine, I guessed it was a pickup. When I turned to look, I congratulated myself on guessing correctly. The driver of the pickup & I had a brief exchange:
Chubby Chaser: You're what we're fightin' fer over there.
Fat Girl: Oh...um...thank...you?
Chubby Chaser: Oh yeah...
I turned around and got to my car in record time. You've never seen a fatty move so fast!
On the way home, I had a few thoughts:
Chubby Chaser: You're what we're fightin' fer over there.
Fat Girl: Oh...um...thank...you?
Chubby Chaser: Oh yeah...
I turned around and got to my car in record time. You've never seen a fatty move so fast!
On the way home, I had a few thoughts:
1. I thought "we're fightin' fer" truth, justice and the American way? (ha! I know...if this was a political blog, I'd go on)
2. Should I be flattered?
3. Think of good comebacks when/if this ever happens again. I hate it when I don't have a good comeback.
4. Get yourself some pepper spray.
5. Damn it! I forgot to get cheese!
1 comment:
Here's a comeback for you:
Hey thanks, will you go buy me some cheese?
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