August 2008

So I was actually getting out of the house without the boys and not going to work.  I was off to a bridal shower.  But I had to make one stop on the way.  I needed a card.  I ran into the closest food store since I had to get cash back for the tolls.  And that’s when it happened to me; I was discriminated against because I am heavy and not as pretty (right now I am sitting on a 5’5 frame at 199 pounds).  Now I know some of you may read this and think I was too sensitive or reading the situation wrong, and that may be.  But that’s not how I felt.

I picked out a card fairly quick since I was running late.  There were 5 lines jutting out in to the aisles.  I was going to stand in line longer than it took me to pick out this darn card.  As I headed down to the last two aisles, since they seemed the shortest, I noticed the lane closed sign up on the one.  I’ve worked at a grocery store when I was younger and I remember trying to leave at the end of my shift.  People would always try and sneak to the end of my line after I put up my sign and boy would it piss me off.  So I stepped into the line across from the closed register and waited.

As I stood there shifting back and forth impatiently I watched the other line slowly dwindle.  My cashier was finally checking out the person in front of me, who had a good amount of items.  The closed register was finally done and he started to clean up his station.

When all of a sudden I heard, pssst.

I look over to the closed register as did the people behind me; a couple, athletic build, blond, cute couple.  The cashier was looking at them and said, “I can check you out real quick if you want”.  And without hesitation they shifted over with their 10 – 12 items.  And there I stood with my card in hand waiting as I heard him say, “I feel bad seeing you wait, I can take you real quick.”

What just happened.  What the . . . . .

How is it that they were invited over and I wasn’t.  I was standing there longer and I only had a card, that’s it.  He could easily see me because there was nothing in the middle to spilt the two registers, the belts were both on the inside of the aisle so the registers both sat on the outside and there was one big aisle to walk through.

My conculsion is that I appear ugly because of excess weight.  Now don’t get me wrong, I am not saying heavy set people are ugly.  I’m saying I am ugly when I am fat.  I have a very good friend that is heavier and she is really pretty.  I couldn’t imagine her thin.  She wouldn’t look right.  I feel the same about Queen Latifa.  She looks great.  She would not look good thin/skinny.

So there I stood, fighting back tears, trying to hold back from making a scene.  You can’t just randomly take customers after you have closed your lane.  There are only three types of people I would consider it okay, elderly, pregnant or a parent alone with a crying baby.  These two definitely did not fit any of these profiles.

So why were they invited over to the closed aisle and neither I nor anyone else was?

I wear my old ID tags behind my new one that I have to get every year at work.  When someone asks me why, I flip them over to about four years ago and tell them, “This is what I used to look like before kids, I haven’t always looked like this”.

No time to write. . . . . . . .

screaming kids


hot tub waiting for a home in NC  *hint, hint*

sister’s maybe divorce

back to work full-time

entertaining company


friend can’t handling the family life


sooooooo tired

and he wants to nurse again!