Saturday, July 4, 2015

That Coke Has TWENTY Triglycerides

Okay, again on the topic of weight.  A friend of mine (not skinny, but definitely not fat) who lives in a small "city" nearby was at breakfast with her hubby in a local diner when she overheard a couple of yokels, who were none too skinny themselves, loudly ranting between themselves about how horrible fat people are. Apparently they combined their single-digit IQ's and determined that all overweight people are fat because they WANT to be fat.

These geniuses supported their case by discussing a neighbor who was "so fat she had to use a wheelchair." They then went on to talk about how her garbage contained many Coke bottles.What scintillating lives these two must have that they feel the need to critique the contents of their neighbors' garbage.

The culmination of their dual diatribe came when one of the geniuses commented that he knew that "Every one of those bottles of coke has 20 triglycerides!"   My friend was so stunned by this "revelation" that she didn't laugh out loud, slap them, or tell them off.

I guess we know which end of the gene pool they come from, don't we?

Sweet, Sweet Revenge

In my last blog entry I talked about Madame Snarky, who has all the tact of a bull moose, and her comments about my weight.  Well, I got a bit of revenge yesterday.  We went to the pool again and she was there.  She didn't say anything about my weight, but she and some others got off on the topic of religion.  Those who know me well know that I usually avoid theological discussions with unreasonable people, which includes most of the religious people I know. In fact, I only discuss religion with some people for the express purpose of pissing them off.

In the midst of the religion discussion, MS revealed that he is Jehovah's Witness or, as D says, Jehovah's Witless, which seems more apt to me. She then promptly started telling us all that HER beliefs were right and everyone else was inherently wrong. At one point I put my hand up and told her directly not to preach at me.  She continued and, trying to be tactful and not wanting to ruin my own good mood, I immediately removed myself from the discussion while she was telling Linda (a devout Christian) how wrong her beliefs were.

When I rejoined the group a few minutes late I was pressed give my religious views.  You should have seen the look on MS's face when I looked her in the eye and told her I am an atheist. It was PRICELESS!  I might as well have grown horns, hooves, and a tail.  At least she distanced herself somewhat from me after that.

I wonder how long it will take her to try to get me kicked out of the gym because I'm a bad person.