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Sunday, September 04, 2005
I love it when pleasant conversations Picture this: I am at work, and we are all bored and sitting down, because there are no customers, and we are all early for our shifts. I am sitting with two other waitresses, and 3 members of the kitchen staff. One waitress is an older lady (late 50's, perhaps?) whom I will call Dora. The other is a younger lady (early 20's?), whom I will call Janet. I will be known as Hailey, because that is my name. The rest don't really matter, but they were there. We are discussing Dora's diet. The conversation goes as follows: Dora:I have to watch my carb intake now, so I can't eat potatoes or pasta or very much fruit, because fruit has lots of sugar. Janet:Well, whatever you're doing, it seems to be working. You look a lot thinner now. Dora:I know (looks down at stomach area), and I haven't had to use my inhaler in weeks. Janet:Losing weight is hard. Can you believe I used to be about Hailey's size? Dora:Hmmm...(mumbles. looks weird.) Janet:Yeah. My pants back then were so big. I put them on now and they're like this (imitates pulling on a really large waistband). They're huge. Hailey:(smiles uncomfortably) Doesn't that feel good, though? It's nice to know that you're clothes are getting bigger. I've had to buy some new jeans lately - mine are all too big. Janet:(has obviously ignored everything I've just said) Don't worry, Hailey, it's mostly baby fat. When you get older, it will all come off. Just with stress and stuff. It'll happen for you eventually. Hailey:(dies a slow and painful death - something akin to getting my head hacked off with dull hedge clippers) Hailey spazzed at 1:53:00 a.m. ***
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