Every year in September my place of work has Town Hall meetings where the CEO comes to town and gives a talk and at the end he will answer any questions from the crowd. Most of the questions are related to business or finance , but every year there is that one person who has to ask a stupid question. People have asked him about his coffee habits and once what kind of hair products he used but none of these are as horrible/ stupid as the question I was asked today.
I was at the mall this morning. It was a really nice time to be there only the big clothing stores were open so it was basically just me and the mall walkers. Everything was quiet and peaceful and on top of the lovely atmosphere I had coupons to 3 different stores. So I stopped by Carson's to buy a gift, and then I stopped by CJ Banks because I had a 40% off coupon (you can't pass that up). It's not usually a store I shop in but I had noticed some pretty sweaters so I stopped by. I was innocently looking at a jacket when it happened...an obnoxious sales women came up when she asked me when I was due. In shock I answered "hmmm?". And instead of picking up on the fact that she had just insulted my because I am not pregnant she said "well you're pregnant right?" As I write this I can think of a thousand snarky remarks that I should have said. But I was still in shock and just said "no", and the sales lady continued to tell me how I carry all my weight in my stomach and therefore look pregnant. Now if you're like me you're ready to slap this lady. But you have to know that she is at least 65. So I felt like I couldn't scream or be rude to her. Then she continues to talk about how heavy I am and how there was a lady at her church who was just as heavy and she also asked that lady if she was pregnant and she was shocked when the lady was rude to her. She told me it was ok though because lots of women carry excess weight in their belly. It was the worst conversation I've ever had with a person.
This has not really been my year. Kids keep calling me ma'am, I've found my first gray hairs, I am on leave for depression, and now I'm heavy enough that people think I look pregnant. Let's just say I'm never going to eat again.
Ok so that's not true. I just needed to vent. If you can imagine I came home and climbed back into bed with Adam and had a good cry. Adam had some choice words he told me I should have used. And then I had to convince him to not go beat up an old lady.
Why do I tell you this? So many reasons :) First of all don't ask anyone if they're pregnant...ever. Second if someone is overweight they don't want to talk about it. Why is it that since I've gained weight that's all anyone wants to talk about? My family is particularly bad on this subject. I looked in the mirror this morning I know how I look so why is my weight the only thing anyone notices. Maybe that's why I love blogging. No one can see me and therefore they can see who I really am and not just what I look like. Ok and there is one more reason for this story. I wanted the world to know, I'm over it. So one rude women insulted me, I'm not going to let it ruin my life. Let's just have a good laugh about it and move on.
So tell me what's the worst question you were asked? And how did you get over it?