The servings per container on the bag of the processed snack I'm about to finish says "about 3."
I guess I won't be licking the crumbs out of the corners of that one.
Today as I was walking back to my office after purchasing my snack, I didn't pass anyone I knew. Good. I didn't have to pretend to be interested in something going on on the other side of the street before approaching reasonable "hi"-saying distance.
What are you supposed to do in situations like that? Gaze into their eyes as the distance between you closes? NEVER!
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3 comments:
I say hi when I'm far away, and then awkwardly look them in the eyes and after it's been awkward enough, I pretend something to my right has caught my attention. Awwwkwaarrddd.
I hate it. And then when you do say hi you feel fake, sort of.
I try to avoid looking at the serving size, the calories, the fat grams....anything that makes me feel awful about eating it. And that explains why I'm a size zero.
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