Fatty is as fatty posts...altercations and alterations

In so many ways I am completely crazy, this I can accept, but tonite, I totally lost my nut. I was in Barnes and Noble to pick up my magazines (Organize and Guilt and Pleasure, like I said) but when I was leaving this woman brushed past me at the door. My punk rock sensibilities said to me, "take her out"... my polite this is how my mother raised me sensibilities said, " just let it go"... what do you think won?

Oh... wrong.... punk rock always wins.

I said, "Ma'am, are you ok because you nearly ran me over", she looked at me like I had two heads, I said "seriously, you really should be more considerate". She said, "well if you lost a little weight maybe you would be easier to get around...". OH HELL NO. We got into a very heated argument. About weight, about peoples perception of weight and what on earth would make her think that saying that kind of thing to someone that is actually very normal and is in the process of losing weight currently is ok. I yelled at that woman about the fact that I work for a major healthcare organization, we are all walking with pedometers (its kinda but not really required) and outside of my smoking I probably am healthier than her. She stared. Her husband came out and asked what was going on.

I said your wife just said I was too large to walk around so she had to prove the point by running into me and she is a bitch. She then screams...well what size pants are you wearing. I said, "outside of the fact it is none of your fucking business, today, I am a size 12." "See?", she screams at her husband...."see what I am talking about?". He said "honey you are a size 10, you need to calm down and apologize". To which she said, "but she said she wears a 20", "no, I actually said 12..." She looks at me and said, swear to gawd..."you could be in a 2 and still be hard to get around".

At this point a guy from Starbucks came over and said to her, "you are crazy and should leave", he was a customer by the way, not someone that actually works there inside.

The husband profusely apologized to me and I said, "get her help, she has issues and she is a bitch".

I felt better. A little. Now I feel badly. She does have issues. But she still was a bitch. And for the record, I am in a size 12 pant and it is awesome.