So, at 4:30, my director tells me my final class has been cancelled. I packed my stuff as quickly as I could, and got out of there. 🙂
On my way home, I stopped at the bookstore and got some awesome new stickers (“Don’t be a chicken shit.” “Please…someday a stalker.” etc. etc.) and random fobby stationery to send to various people. Thus continuing my good mood. I then made the mistake of stopping in at the super in my building.
It’s owned by a couple who are there 13 days out of 14, each taking half the day. I’ve lived here for five years. They know me. They know me well enough to have conversations with me, such as Korean conversations with me are.
Today, Super Woman (as I think of her) made a big point of letting me know I have a muffin top. She said it (a couple of times), then grabbed her own to make sure I understood. Thanks. I’ve been here ten years and still don’t know exactly what response people are expecting when they give me some “news” like that. “What?! I have a muffin top?! How could this be?! I better run put on some fat burning sweat cream and head to the sauna! I’ll only eat green tea-battered chicken fried in olive oil for the next week. It’s well-being!” Grrr… Bite me, Super Woman.