As some of you may know, I, at one point, used to be a large bohemoth. Now, however, thanks to the wonders of Weight Watchers, self-discipline and my wonderful wife’s co-operation, I have shed about 30 pounds over the last two and a half months and am now only a moderately large bohemoth.
As a result of this, my belt no longer fits me. So, I went looking for one. I found that I’m just a bit too big for a size 42. A 44 would be perfect, however. Unfortunately, many of the stores here in lower Manhattan, it seems, do not carry belts larger than 42. I suppose I could wait another few weeks, until I fit a 42, but I’d rather get a new belt now.
Anyway, I walked into one store today and began looking at the belts on display. I was looking for a 44, but could not find one. Perhaps sensing my problem, the clerk said “Largest size we have is 42.”
“Oh, well,” I replied, “I’m just a bit too big for a 42.”
“No s**t.” he said.
I couldn’t believe he said that too me. Of course, he has no way of knowing that I’ve been working hard to take off weight and that he utterly crushed my ego and pride at the accomplishment with his remark (OK, maybe not crushed, but mildly dented). But even so? I was starting to take some pride in my new appearance, but maybe I don’t look as slim as I thought I did.
I didn’t say anything to the “gentleman,” but simply walked out of the store and left. However, I find myself (who is normally not bothered by insults) upset at this? Or am I over-reacting?
Zev Steinhardt