Momma Always Told Me, Never Assume Malice For What Stupidity Can Explain
During a recent stop at the Hellmouth, I ran into one of my previous co-workers. P.C.W (previous co-worker) and I used to be fairly good friends, and not just because he always told me how pretty I am and was constantly flirting with me. Although, I am kind of a whore for the attention. Yeah. Like you didn't already know that.
I was wearing a tweed miniskirt, a cashmere cardigan layered over a wine colored silk camisole, tights and calf-high black boots which just happens to be one of my favorite outfits because it is flattering to my figure. Plus, I was having a thin day, for which I was most grateful and appreciative.
So. Imagine my surprise when the first thing P.C.W asked me was if I was pregnant.
On a THIN day, people!
I had just decided to be all offended when P.C.W said “Oh, I just assumed you were because you look all glowy and happy. I mean, it’s not like you’re FAT, or anything.” I decided to take his word for it and not to hold it against him. Because, if you will recall, I am vain as all hell.
And it was a THIN day, people!
Soo.. I asked P.C.W how life was treating him and he told me that his wife had left him and was shacking up with some guy.
How much do you want to bet he told her she was fat one too many times?