I was just at the bodega across the street, buying some junkfood and I swear the woman behind the counter was judging me.
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I was just at the bodega across the street, buying some junkfood and I swear the woman behind the counter was judging me.
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I know what you mean. Yesterday I was PMS-ing something awful, and I really wanted to get a piece of cake from the Safeway across the street, but I didn’t go because I didn’t want people looking at the fat girl with the GIANT PIECE OF CHOCOLATE CAKE at the express checkout. Shamed into dieting – it’s my last resort.
Isn’t that what women behind the counter at the co-bo do?
Like, as a profession?