Wednesday, May 18, 2011
So I was riding in an elevator with an older lady. She was probably about my size, yeah. She turns to me and asks, "Where did you get those jeans?"
I think - hmm, these are my oldest pair. They're so old that they've had permanent stains that have since faded away. Do I look that good in them? I tell her that I have no idea where they're from, as they're so old.
Then she elaborates,
"It's just that I can't find any jeans that fit with all this enormous fat I have blubbing around now."
Oh. I muttered something about how jeans always fit weird around the waist. Then, leaving the elevator, I realized what just happened.
She compares her body to mine, calling them blubby. She meant it perfectly innocently, of course. I am, thankfully, amused and not irritated at this one.