Implications?

I think everyone feels a little tubby now and again. Last week as I am walking to my car to speed off to work a car in the parking lot slams on its breaks and a man hops out. I increase my pace.

"Miss!"
(internal) "Ignore. Ignore."
"Miss!"
I turned around.

The conversation that followed was both awkward and embarrassing. The man and his wife sell girdles. Yes girdles. And I guess seeing me walk through the parking lot they assumed I might want to lose 2 dress sizes. Ouch.

And just in case you think that isn't weird enough, or possibly the male population is jealous of this encounter, not much could have predicted how the conversation ended.

"And me, I am wearing this one right here," points to flyer to male model in a corset. Then he lifts his shirt. He was in fact wearing a girdle. (I expect all readers to have an unturned lip at this point)

It was weird.

ps- if anyone is interested I have Michelle's number, as well as information if you too would like to sell undergarments for some extra cash or feel and innate desire to harass young women.

I am not missing.

I am still here. Just busy.

A treat for all of you.