A funny (well to me) story about borrowing. Years ago, my family (from the North) was transferred down South. A co worker who was probably a size 0 or 2 was visiting "up North" and asked to borrow a winter coat. I was more like a size 16. I said I had one she could borrow. It was about an "8" from my thinner days (but she didn't know that).
When I brought it in she said, "Why, my, you do have nice clothes." Wish I'd had the guts to take it back.
No one insults like a skinny, southern B. Apologies to any skinny southern non-B's here.
Well I guess she gave me a story to tell!
When I brought it in she said, "Why, my, you do have nice clothes." Wish I'd had the guts to take it back.
No one insults like a skinny, southern B. Apologies to any skinny southern non-B's here.
Well I guess she gave me a story to tell!