I’m not sorry.
I’m not sorry.
I am not sorry when I see fat people.
I am not sorry when they have fat friends.
I am not sorry when they walk in front of me.
Slowly.
I am not sorry when they take up the whole sidewalk.
Or walkway.
Or aisle.
Excuse me.
I would like to walk faster than you.
But I cannot, because not only are you fat,
you’re inconsiderate.
You won’t let me pass because you are a middle-aged white woman with bad hair and ugly fleece vests.
You think you’re more important than I am.
You work at the bank.
I’m not sorry.
I’m angry.
robola said,
December 7, 2007 at 10:34 am
Your tags for this post make me laugh.
rachel said,
December 7, 2007 at 10:51 am
damn, gina!
i’m getting really fat.
and i wear ugs.
and i will probably work at the bank.
so you will probably not be my friend for long.
kerithiverson said,
December 7, 2007 at 10:53 am
i’ll still be your friend.
just not in public.
baby, i’m just joking.
i love you no matter what.
no.
matter.
what.