So. Tonight was interesting. About a half hour into my shift at work, I got a customer who was brave enough to ask the question that no human being, especially another woman would usually dare to ask.
Her: Are you having a baby?
Me: [stunned silence] ...no.....?
Her: Oh.... well. You're lookin' a little round.
Me: [more. stunned. silence.]
Then, the customer's husband chimes in, and let me tell you, it only gets better from here.
Him: Look at her hips. You have nice hips. You have a boyfriend?
Me: Yes, actually. I do.
Him: Well, if you didn't, just know that I'd get atcha.
WHAT??? Did I dream this conversation? My face turned bright red. I couldn't look up, and I was close to tears.
Kids, I am not one to usually care what other people think about my appearance, but weight has always been a bit if a struggle of mine. Not much, though. I would say about as much as it is for any other reasonable minded woman. It takes up about a millimeter of space in my head among all the other more important things I have to worry about. But I have never been more. offended. in. my. life. I was so offended that I couldn't even get a retort out. I couldn't even muster a feeble "...I could say the same about you..." under my breath towards the terrible assuming woman, because the thing is, she wasn't a spring hen, by any means.
I know that I shouldn't let this bother me, and I should move on from it. I know that I will never see this person again, and that she is probably some stupid idiot who has no idea what is going on in the world around her, but I simply cannot stop thinking about it.
What would you guys do in this situation? Any advice you can offer?
Thanks, loves. Hope everyone is having a good start to your weekends! Back tomorrow with a more uplifting post about my favorite teas and Morgan's favorite mugs :)