So I am in the bathroom at work just now and in comes one of my co-workers from another department. She says, “Oh, Lisa, when [pointing to my stomach]?”
I say, “Not much longer, next month.”
“Boy or girl?”
“It’s a girl,” I say.
“AGAIN?” she says. “Oh, well, better luck next time,” and goes into the stall.
I am flabbergasted. “Better luck next time?” She does not know how lucky she is that my home training just kicked in, because she narrowly escaped me cussing her out.
I think people should just stop talking to me at this point. I am thoroughly sick of people telling me how big I am, what I should or should not be eating, and asking me how I feel.
There. Just had to say it.
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That's more a reflection on them, but annoying nonetheless (one word?). Anyway, I'll handle your verbal beatdowns to the world. I'm getting pretty good at it recently.
Oooh, verbal beatdowns! Tell me more, please.
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