Thursday, March 10, 2016
The Largest Slice For The Skinny Guy
It's very interesting how people treat you when they serve, especially when they see how small you look. It reminds me of my family. I come from a Southern family in New Orleans, Louisiana. If any of my family members thought someone was too skinny, they would force feed you until it looks like there are meat on your bones.
"Just because you don't go to the gym doesn't mean you should look like one," my uncle once said.
I have no choice, but to embrace my slim built body. On my father's side, there is this family gene that the men are always skinny. From my uncle to grandfather, cousins, all of us men are naturally skinny. The only exception is my father because he lays concrete. If he wasn't doing that, I'm sure he would be skinny just like us.
The other day, I was visiting my favorite $1 pizza place Two Bros. I accidentally skipped breakfast again and I was really starving. I stood in line, which was gone in a few seconds. I asked for a slice and the female that served me pulled a removed a slice from the pie that was fresh out of the oven. It was a small piece, but it was a stable size for me. I would've eaten it and still got full. The female employee thought differently.
Before I could grab the plastic plate, she pulled it back and took a look at my bed from head to toe. She had to tip toe over the counter to see my body. She immediately put the slice back with the pie, cut off the biggest slice, and handed it to me. I was instantly shocked because I didn't know she was going to do something like that.
I was about to open my mouth, but I couldn't once she said "You need more meat on your bones."
I took the slice and walked away without asking questions. I know what she meant and accepted the slice she gave me. I laughed on my way to work, for it continues to be funny when stuff like this happens to my a slim built man.