I want to preface this by saying I am not a teeny woman. I am a **cringes before she types** size 18. Yes, I said it, that's right, I fit into the plus sizes. I fluctuate between 16 and 18 but recently have been in an 18. Now that you know that, let's move on...
I was in the drive thru the other day, waiting patiently for my turn to get lunch. Somedays I do that, I get lunch on the run, it's a work hazard. It's not healthy, I know that. Anyway, two cars ahead of me I saw a woman leaning out her window giving her order. She was... Erm, large. Not pleasantly plump, not even cute but big, she was large. No way around it.
She was clutching this puppy that was hugely fluffy. I don't mean even just curly... S/he was a puff ball!
She was driving a vehicle that was about the size of an overgrown tuna can...
I began to observe the traffic around me over the last few weeks and have observed that typically, NOT ALWAYS, but typically, larger women who have dogs tend to drive teeny, tiny cars. Why is that??? I'm so confused...
Oh, and by the way, when I was blogging and I posted the picture of the woman in the black bikini, Will looked over my shoulder and asked me if I had her number. I smacked him on the arm.
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