Of course, I was totally offended that some random Korean man felt it was necessary to tell me I’m fat. But I was even more confused by the Spanish. Why he thought I would understand Spanish, I don’t know. I did, actually, only because I call my boys “piquito” which means small, the word he used. It was very odd. I put my headphones back in my ears and was glad when the train ride ended a few minutes later.
I told my mom this story when it happened, and she pointed out something I didn’t think of at the time. Above these seats was a picture of a person with a broken leg, an old person, a woman with a small child, and a woman who had eaten a beach ball (I assume that they were going for pregnant with that one). I was sitting there when the man got on, so he probably thought I was pregnant and sat there on purpose. He probably thought “Wow, she’s gained a lot of weight with this baby”, and thought he was being funny.
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