I was sitting here doing my damned job freezing my ass off waiting to go home when this stumbly drunk possibly insane woman wanders up. I’ve got my crutches leaning next to me, and she says, like people do, “Oh, you’re on crutches? What happened!” I told her I sprained my foot.
She peers over the desk at me and says, very sympathetically, “Oh, you pregnant too?”
I am not pregnant. (I am not fat either, it’s just that any extra weight only deposits between my waist and my knees.) I wasn’t sure what to say, but I told her, um, no. Not pregnant.
“Oh, I guess that’s just fat then!” And she wandered off chortling to herself.
Yeah, just a little extra whipped cream on the shit sundae that’s been my day. Thanks, random crazy woman.