I think I was indirectly called fat (not phat) today. The IT guy was working on my computer last night and left me a note that he still needed to work on my computer in the morning because he could not retrieve my folder that magically disappeared.
He came in and made the file magically reappear and before he left he said that “since I was a good sport” he felt that he could share a story about him this morning. Apparently this morning he woke up, turn off his alarm and laid there thinking of stuff he needed to get done that day. My computer problem popped in his head and THEN he said that Queen’s Fat Bottom Girls came on. I asked him “what’s that supposed to mean?” and he said “I knew you were a good sport!” and walked away. Obviously, I thought he was telling me I was fat/heavier/bigger, since we were talking about working out and how in the last year I have gained 28 lbs and have been struggling to get if off AND was wearing jeans today. Jay thinks he was telling me that I have a nice ass.