Thursday, April 16, 2009

Your kind ain't welcome around here...

I got pissed off at work and decided to high-tail it outta here and go have lunch by myself. Even though sitting at a restaurant eating by myself makes me feel like a worthy candidate for Loser of the Year, it's still better than having to put on a fake happy smile for an hour pretending I'm not super pissed. Plus I hate when people do shit to piss you off, then they're like "So....what are you doing for lunch?" Keying your car, obviously! (I didn't.)

Anywho, I went to Super Mex. It's some crappy restaurant with really greasy food that's good for drowning my sorrows in cheese and salsa.

So anyway, sitting at the table next to me are these three burly construction-worker-type dudes. I dunno if they were really construction workers, but you could tell they worked manly jobs. Then I hear the word "point" and my ears perk up because it's like hearing someone speaking your native language while you're in a foreign country. Excuse me, is that Weight Watchers you're speaking...in here? They were. "I can have a slice of that fat free cheese for one point blah blah blah..."

Seriously?

These big burly fuckers discussing the merits of fat free cheese in the greasiest restaurant in town? How did this happen? It's like I can't fucking escape this shit.

Judging by the scraped clean plates on their tables and the empty bowl of Chili Con Queso, they obviously, like me, aren't practicing what they preach. It doesn't matter how much you know about something if you still aren't applying.

I guess you could say I found comfort in the thought that in any given place in America, there's probably at least one person who knows the WW point system like the back of their hand and is still making incredibly bad choices.

Fatties unite!

15 comments:

Dina said...

You left out the most interesting part of the story...

were they hot?

Monica said...

Ha, an old co worker used to tattle on me for everything(she was bff with the boss) and then would invite me to lunch and Id bite, so good for you on sticking it to the man(or woman)

*Kristine* said...

You made me want mexican food with this blog. So instead of what we had planned for dinner we are now having tostadas :)

jessi said...

screw keying the cars . . . go for the tires!

jessi said...

um, p.s. - you like ben folds five . . . which makes you cooler than, like, ANYBODY.

Camevil said...

When I'm pissed, I like to eat the hell out of a carne tampiquena plate and wash it down with an angry glass of sangria. That's my kind of therapy. Hope you saved some gas to pass in their general direction upon your return to the office. *high fives*

MizFit said...

BIG BURLY FUCKERS :)

I love your posts and your brutal honesty.

COMPLETELY.
(and ben folds five)

BVar said...

You carck me up. Love your blog

Natasha said...

Haha....I'm one of those people who knows and doesn't always abide! It's hard. Love your blog!

wildfluffysheep said...

mmmm..m.m cheese and salsa
is it bad thats my first sentence about this post?

On the keying the car thing... I want to wash my neighbours car with rocks.

arielcircleofnine said...

The points thing is ingrained, even if we arent following sometimes were counting--like I'll eat something so horrible and say "wow wonder how many points THAT shit was. Prolly enough fat grams for a week in there". I dunno, its good to be aware even if you're off the wagon!

A Daunting Tale of Scale Warfare said...

I'm what I like to refer to as a WW Groupie. I join at least 2-3 times a year and quit after week 4 or 5 and figure I can do it on my own. Seriously this has been the longest I've ever followed the program and I'm actually enjoying it this time.

Even when I'm NOT following the plan, I can tell you the number of points in ANYTHING without having to look them up :) It's my cult

twinkelydots said...

Count up!

Dina said...

Too bad they were gnarly and leathery

twinkelydots said...

what were? your wishes?

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