Photo and Text by: Corey Amaro
So there I was pushing my cart at the grocery store when I bumped into an acquaintance.
She smiled, greeted me politely, asked about the children and then without pause or reflection, (certainly without reflection) added, "Corey, you have gained weight! You are looking rather plump."
I wanted to poke her eyes out, but instead, I smiled, nodded, and said, "Yes about five years ago, I gained weight. We haven't seen each other in a long time. How's your husband?"
Tossing her hair aside like a movie star or something (I think I was overly sensitive to detail at that moment, acting like I wasn't insulted, wishing the carrots were in my cart and not the chunks of cheese.) she continued on the same train of thought, "You better stop nibbling at the chocolate and bonbons!" then she laughed as if I thought that was funny.
My stinker mode kicked in… I wish I had taken the higher road, but damn there is a reason why it is less traveled! Instead of brushing her rude crumbs off, I retorted, "Oh I don't eat chocolates. I drink wine. A lot of it to be exact. Every night. Yann loves the effect it has on me. The little fat he finds flattering at night, you know."
She stood there chic, classy, and dumbfounded.
Then I said, "Ciao" and headed for the wine section though I felt as red as a beet.
Have you ever let someone get your goat?
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