Resisting temptation
NS October 23rd, 2007
My mother-in-law had Noble Child over at her house today so I could get some things done — more painting (nearly there!), shopping for the party, laundry and just chilling out. I did my household stuff, had a late lunch and then went shopping for various party items. I had an hour and a half left after all of that was finished so I bought a paper and headed to Costa for a cinnamon latte, a brownie and the sweet bliss of silence.
After I had paid and was gathering my things from the counter, the guy behind me, who had obviously just been either jogging or working out in a gym, gave me a strange look and nodded towards my brownie. I glanced down, afraid it had a hair on it or was slipping off of my plate, but it seemed perfectly normal to me. I gave him a questioning look and he just raised his eyebrow and smirked. Then he said something that, had I not been in a fairly good mood, I might have throttled him for. He actually dared to say “There’s a lot of calories in those things, you know.”
What. the. fuck, dude?! He did NOT just say that. Mmm mm. No he didn’t!
Oh, but he did. Freakin’ crazy gym-loving, chai-latte-ordering, sanctimonious bastard. Who the hell is he to a) inform me of something I ALREADY KNOW and b) trying to make me feel guilty or himself smug about it? I thought, for one split second, about saying something really nasty and in a loud voice to try to humiliate him but part of my new anger management thing is to try to let things roll off my back and not get all steamed up. So I just smiled sweetly and said “I know, that’s why they’re so good,” and walked away.
Anger: 0, Noble Savage: 1
I just hope I don’t run into him in a dark alley on the day I decide to relapse.
