Am I really that horrible and fat?

The day we went to get my ultrasound we were sitting in the waiting area with several other people. Aaron was on my right, and to his right was an older gentleman, say 70s, and to his right kitty-corner his wife of the same age range.

Aaron and I were looking at a travel magazine that boasted “Islands on Sale”. Aaron was excited because he thought it was “Islands for Sale” but it was just vacation island “deals”. I of course was making snarky comments, because when they say “oh look a nice island trip for only $5,000 instead of the $6,500 it usually costs!” your automatic response should always be “oh great! now we can afford it!” Or when saying there is a “deal” on going to Crete I said “why would anyone want to go there when they could go to the other Greek islands?” (I know, I’m a total brat). We were mostly just being silly to entertain ourselves, when the lady leans to her husband and says in a semi-hushed voice:

“I don’t like her”
“What?”
“I don’t like her” (louder, but still pretending to whisper)
“What?”
“I DON’T LIKE HER” (they both look at me, while I am trying to not laugh or look at them)
“Oh.” and he goes back to reading.

I know my voice isn’t the most pleasant, or maybe she was from/loves Crete, but really lady, I can hear you, even if your husband can’t.

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Today I met my dad and brother at Subway for our weekly lunch. We went to my dad’s “favorite” Subway, where they know him and know his “usual”. Today after making his usual the lady turns to me and says “the veggie delight for you?” I swear I’m pregnant, not fat, but thanks for the vote of confidence. But she did give us cookies on the house after that, so we can still be friends.