At 22 weeks, I don't feel beautiful. In fact I feel haggard, tired, and ugly. Just like how more than 50% of women feel at this stage. With glasses, track pants and thongs, I started the day of groceries and essential shopping. The previous two days had been full on and I was glad to have a day off where I could do whatever I wanted to.
A visit to the local Vietnamese bakery just made my day prettty interesting.
All I asked for was a pie, and a sausage roll, but the man who served me looked awestruck.
Man: So you workging at vegche schop next door? (there's a fruit&veg shop owned by China people next door)
Me: Oh, no I don't (smiles).
Man: So, you student here?
Me: Hmm. No, I'm not.
Man: I know, you sukpermod-del ah?
Me: Oh I wish! (Chuckles)
Man: You look bvery charming, I think like de sukpermodel!
Me: Oh! hah hah ha....
At that point, H walks in and joins me.
Man pretends nothing happened but H could tell by the wide grin on my face. He paused for a minute and looked as though he nearly forgot how much to charge me.
So I paid then left with a renewed mindset, maybe I am wrong after all. Or maybe he just didn't see the rest of me. Highly likely!
And sometimes, it is just so good to be wrong.
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