Getting personal

I was out braving the Christmas shopping today.  Not because I had a desire to deal with angry, frustrated people.  But because I was kid free.  It was likely my only time I would be kid free between now and Christmas.  And I need to start the Santa process.  I was focused -- time limits will do that to me.  Ladybug spent the night with a friend last night and they are both spending the night here tonight.  Single mamas sharing responsibilities.

I was not feeling great this morning.  I drank a little too much last night.  It made me sleep terrible.  But with time constraints it does not matter.  I started out at the mall.  Just a short trip.  There was one store I needed to go in.  In.  Buy.  Out.  Then I headed to the hair product and supply store.  My niece is getting stuff so her mama can learn how to do pretty hair.  Then I went to bookstore number 1.  And because I did not find what I wanted I headed to bookstore number 2.

This is where it got interesting.  I was walking toward the store -- long walk because this time of year there is absolutely not chance of getting a close parking space.  A man coming out of the store caught my eye.  He was tall -- well over 6 feet.  He was slender -- I am guessing less then 5% body fat.  He was muscular -- not beefed up but well taken care of.  I am sure he bikes well over 100 miles a week and then runs 20 miles just for fun.  He caught my eye not because he was some hot guy I would be interested in.  He caught my eye because he had an air about him.  The air was saying, "I take care of myself and therefore I am better than you."  And it appeared as if I had caught his eye too (okay in reality we happened to be the only 2 people walking through the parking lot at that moment), but I am not delusional enough to think he was interested. 

As he got closer to me it became apparent he was going to say something to me.  Was he going to try to sell me something?  Was he going to say Merry Christmas?  Was he going to comment on my scowl on my face despite my best efforts to stay positive?

Him: You know, you would feel better if you lost some weight.

He what???  A complete stranger?  Called me fat??  In the parking lot! 

For the first time in my life I had a quick response.  You wanna get personal?  Let's get personal.

Me: True.  It would also help if I didn't have cramps, a back ache, and wasn't bleeding like a stuck pig.

My mood improved.  I popped some Tylenol.  And I finished my shopping day with a smile on my face.

Mean Mama