Dear bald men in the Marble/Granite company truck,
I'm the woman who was walking down the street talking on my cell phone to my mother when you screamed at me repeatly until I put my phone down. I assumed you were lost and needed directions since your yells were so insistent. I never imagined that you would scream out your truck window, "Are you pregnant?!", laugh at me and then drive off. To which I responded "You're mean!" --I'm not really sure why I said that. I think I was just confused that you #1, interupted my call just to harass me and #2, thought I looked pregnant. I'm 5'8" and wear a size 6, and yes I did have my sweatshirt pockets filled with mail since I just went to my PO box but still, my paper-fetus was tiny and didn't need to be addressed.
And what if I was pregnant? (which will NEVER happen) was that supposed to be an insult? Is it now culturally acceptable to mock pregnant women? Is that what all the middle aged bald cool kids are doing these days?
I'm very confused by what happened and the only thing I know is that you meant what you said in a malice and that make you both fucking idiots. I hope you both are single and stay that way until you die a slow and painful death.
p.s. You work at a Marble/Granite company and I'm rich.
p.p.s. I'm off to take my prenatal vitamins!