Lunch. A busy diner with corporate types looking for cheap eats.
Me and two male co-workers are discussing the fact that I can’t cook. Not that I can’t cook, just that I don’t want to cook, which really affects nobody but apparently is the #1 contributor to my inevitable cat lady status. That and my cat.
Larry: You should cook, nobody will marry you if you don’t cook for a man
Larry: What do you weigh? A buck twenty?
Larry: Fine, A buck fifteen?
Me: I weigh 130
Larry: Wow, I didn’t think you weighed so much.
Was I just weight shamed?
Has this happened to you?
Brb. Going to eat my feelings.