So we\’re walking through Macy\’s.
And for the fourth or fifth consecutive time, a woman directly in front of us is, shall we say, large sized.
Okay, let\’s be honest here. Fat. A couple of them should have had “pass”and “do not pass” embroidered on the back of their jeans.
This prompts me to say to my wife, “what is it today? Why do I keep winding up behind these fat asses”?
Her response? “You\’re lucky you\’re not walking behind yourself.”
How can I not love this woman? (Or, more exactly, how can I say otherwise, and feel safe sleeping at home tonight?)
