Cafe owner: Didn't you like my soup? You didn't finish it.
Frankie: No, I did. It was great, just really filling.
Cafe owner: What? You should be able to handle that (looks Frankie up and down) You're a good eater.
Frankie mentally punches cafe owner in the face.
***
I've been thinking about all the different things I could say about my little encounter with Mr. Cafe owner over there. I could go on a rant about how offensive his words were. I could talk about how upset he made me, and how a couple hours later I was at the gym counting the calories I'd burnt. I could say stuff him, I'm fabulous and curves are in fact the new black. I could talk about how he vaugely resembles Mr. Mole in Thumbelina, and how he ain't exactly a 30-inch waist himself.
But none of that really makes a difference to my afternoon.
Or to whoever may be reading this.
...So, I won't
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