As I patiently wait my turn in line, I notice the girls approaching the counter and I listen carefully to what each one is ordering. I love to eavesdrop, it helps me make characters and stereotype. I’m not going to lie – and we all do it, I’ll just be the one to admit it.
6 inch. 6 inch. salad. 6 inch. On and on and on. Foot-long. Finally! Oh, she’s sharing with her friend.
I’m the first and only female, it appears, that changes her mind from a 6 inch to a foot-long because a 6 inch just won’t do it. I was embarrassed to order my foot-long off the bat, but when I thought about how hungry I was and I saw her cutting that tiny little piece of bread, I stopped her, “I’m sorry, can I have a foot-long instead… on wheat”. There I did my part, my health-conscious nod to the herds of people who will look at the bag of 12 inch sandwich, chips and a drink in my hand and silently judge me. Is it just because I happen to be at the Subway in Beverly Hills or is the rest of Subway eating America like this? Am I just a freak of nature who unfortunately requires more food for satisfaction or are women just THAT absolutely ridiculous that they can’t or won’t purchase more than 6 inches worth of bread for consumption at one time?
I bet the new girlfriend eats like a bird. She probably counts every calorie and chews on celery like a horse.
Well you know what, I’m NOT fat and maybe that is one reason why my outlook is the way it is but I don’t FEAR fat either. I choose to live to enjoy everything, every pleasure that life wants to offer me – food, being very high up on my list.
I don’t fear aging either, this is a ridiculous world we live in. All we want to do is fight and fear the future rather than just accept it and savor it. We have one chance, why waste it? Eat the other half of your sandwich, it tastes better than the first (but get wheat bread, and easy on the mayo while your at it… morbid obesity is not exactly my idea of a fun life either).
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