I scream, you scream

I just went down to our cafe for a little afternoon treat. As I went to pay for my mint chocolate chip ice cream, a woman stopped, pointed at me and barked, "Bad boy! Bad boy!"

Now, I know I probably don't need to be eating any ice cream, but when a total stranger - a stranger who could probably afford to lose 50 pounds (and that's no exaggeration) - chastises me, I feel a twinge of rage, not guilt.

Then I remind myself that I must keep eating heartily if I want to maintain my panda-like figure!