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Not your finest hour?
So, my misty-eyed at McD's story totally made me think about a time when the fat girl (me) really WAS crying because she didn't have her food yet.
And it was not my finest hour. lol
This was probably 5 years ago.
Keith and I had been super-duper hard-core fighting for like a week. We weren't speaking and we weren't even like eating dinner together or anything. So, I decided "f-him, I'm having pizza!" and scraped together enough pennies (literally down the penny) to go get a hot-and-ready pizza from Little Caesars and a package of crazy bread.
So, I get there (mind you, I've been on the verge of tears every second of every day for DAYS now) and I get up the counter. The poor little 16 year old behind the counter asks to take my order. I happen to look up at the menu board and see that they have raised the price of crazy bread from 99cents to $1.29.
I literally started crying. LMAO I had JUST ENOUGH for the pizza, 99cent crazy bread, and tax. I didn't have another penny to my name.
I looked at the poor kid, with tears in my eyes and said, "When did they raise the price of crazy bread? I don't have enough money!" and then just started sobbing. LMAO
The poor sweet kid looked at me, started saying he was sorry (and he was totally sincere, which makes it even funnier now) and gave me the crazy bread for 99cents. I feel so awful thinking back on it, because he probably had to pay that 29cents out of his own pocket, but at the time, I was too flipped out to even care.
At least I gave him a good story for the rest of his life. lol The poor fat lady who cried because she wanted some crazy bread - that's me! lol
So, would anyone else like to share a story that was not their finest hour?
Missing our little turkey.
Estimated Due Date 11/13/12 | Natural Miscarriage 4/17/12
Re: Not your finest hour?
One of my favorites.
During my senior year of high school, I put on a lot of weight.
The problem: I decided to wear the skeezest mid-drift tank top and tini-tiny mini skirt to the big winter dance (somehow thinking I looked fantastic). Seriously, I looked like a fvcking trainwreck self-selling wh*re. Even 90 pound girl would have looked terrible, but I was at the highest weight I've ever reached when I did this. What really did me in: one of the "popular' girls asked me if I wanted to go to a girls house for pictures before hand (it was the dance of the year that everyone went 'single'), so there I am, looking like I should be standing on a corner in south L.A. in all these photos with all the popular-eating-disorder b*tches. I seriously looked like I was heading to Jerry Springer filming, and now 20 other girls have these photos.