A short story:
I'm walking down the hall in my office*, and I pass one of my co-workers. A young, female co-worker, to be exact.
She is unwrapping a Snickers bar.
I smile at her as I walk by. She moves her hand to cover the "Snickers" name.
She is ashamed.
How sad. I wish she could enjoy her food without shame. I with we all could.
*Yes! I work in a real office! With real people! Who aren't competing to lose weight! How lovely!
I'm walking down the hall in my office*, and I pass one of my co-workers. A young, female co-worker, to be exact.
She is unwrapping a Snickers bar.
I smile at her as I walk by. She moves her hand to cover the "Snickers" name.
She is ashamed.
How sad. I wish she could enjoy her food without shame. I with we all could.
*Yes! I work in a real office! With real people! Who aren't competing to lose weight! How lovely!