The Story In Which My Bubble Was Burst

Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday are my travel days for work. I dress up on those days because you know, I need to for marketing and what not. Anyways, yesterday I had on a dressy pair of black work pants, high heel black leather boots, and a fitted periwinkle blue maternity shirt that has ruching on the sides. The best part of the outfit to me was that I finally felt like I looked pregnant, and not just fat, which for me felt like a big accomplishment.

My travel routine includes always stopping for gas at Entec before I hit the road. So I did just that. I'm just starting to pump gas when I spotted a middle aged lady getting out of her over sized SUV and walking toward me. I confess to you that the first thing I thought when I spotted her was that someone should tell her that white pantyhose are never okay, and secondly that white shoes before Easter are a big no-no. Putting my judgment aside, I smiled and said hello as she walked over. She came right up to me as I pumped, put a magazine into my hand and said, "Here you go. This is a magazine on how to have better health and nutrition. Have a nice day!"

Almost every pump at Entec was being used by someone getting gas, and I was the only person that she approached. I guess I just looked fat after all, and not pregnant. I was too surprised to say anything, and much to my dismay, I was, for probably the first time in my life, speechless. I finished pumping my gas, sat down in the car and realized that she had given me a Jehovah's Witness brochure on health and nutrition which I immediately assumed meant that she thought that not only was I fat, but I'm also going to hell.

I then called Jeremy to vent and decided to ease my hurt feelings over a plate of hash browns and toast with extra butter from Waffle House. I figure that if people already think I'm fat, I'll give them something to look at.

But at least I know better than to wear white shoes with white pantyhose before Easter.