(Ben) So, Jenn's been telling you about an Indian man that she and Henry met in the park who gave Henry Oreos and Ritz crackers. Well, she ran into him again last Friday, and her conversation went something like this:
Man: What does your husband do?
Jenn: He works in the city blah blah....
Man: Oh, I think I saw him with you in the park one day.
Jenn: Really?
Man: Yeah, isn't he the chubby one?
Jenn: Uhhhh...
Man: I mean, not really chubby, but a little bit. He was jogging with you.
Jenn: Yeah, I guess that's him...
I guess chubby isn't the worst thing I've ever been called, but I'm not convinced he's such a friendly stranger! :) What is it with foreigners deciding that Jenn and I are fat?
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Honestly, the lack of propriety with some people. I don't think either of you are fat.
Har har. I get that almost every day - usually from people that I went to High School with and haven't seen me since I decided to become fat.
These fat comments about the two of you are bizarre! Maybe I'm more in favor of our stilted, sometimes even dishonest greetings than I thought I was. We're so homogenous in Utah that we forget there are so many cultural differences within the US.
Today Isaac gave me a tight hug and said "There, Mom! That should squeeze you in so you won't be so fat!" I've been trying to let him know you're sensitive about your weight so hopefully he won't say anything like that to you. :)
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