The story I am about to tell you is 100% true. Nothing has been exaggerated to make me feel better about myself (or maybe worse, I haven't decided yet). :-)
I walked into the local Wal-Mart to pick up some dog shampoo, dog treats and paper towels. As you walk in, there's a McDonald's to the left with a bench that is located right outside the eating area.
Sitting on the bench are two elderly gentleman. Nothing to be alarmed about, they looked pretty normal. As I'm rounding the corner and turning my back to them, I hear, "Now she's stacked!" "WHAT?!" I thought. I examine my surroundings & discover that they're either talking about me or the 300lb. man walking a few feet behind me.
I continue walking, not giving them the satisfaction that they have me rattled. "Old fogies", I thought. I hear them say something that I couldn't quite make out and then I hear, "hell, she'd kill a young man!" :-0 "WHAT?!" Again, said to myself and not to the two looney's on the bench who deserved a swift kick in the ass.
By this time, I think I was so shocked that these comments (especially the word stacked) were coming out of such sweet (yeah right) looking men. I continued walking and resisted the urge to show them how long my middle finger was and got my supplies and got out.