Let me preface this by saying I think (well, actually, I hope) there's a compliment masked by the statement for the scene I'm about to set for you. I love the salon where I go for my pedicures & eyebrow waxes. Lee Ping, the owner, is so sweet. In case you couldn't tell, she's Chinese, and that fact will be important in a bit.
Lee Ping knows of my love for running and of all of the races I've been a part of since February; she also knows of my injury and has seen me with my brace and, at other times, limping. (Personally, I considered it more of a "saunter" than a "limp," but that's just me.) As is the case with any salon, you talk about what's going on, so Lee Ping knows all about my "no running" directives from the doctors. Well, it had been a good 3 or maybe even 4 weeks since she had last seen me, and when I walked in to the salon on Tuesday, after saying "hello" to her and the rest of the staff, her first words to me were, "You're not fat!" Ummmmm, there's a compliment in there...right????
Now, to be fair, I know what Lee Ping really meant. Those 3 words were really summarizing this: Wow, it's been a while since I've seen you; I know you're not running at all, but you still look like you always have. Of course, it came out as simply, "You're not fat."
I can't even remember what I said. Honestly, it was hysterical, and I probably said something along the lines of "uhhhh, thanks!" That is the correct reply when a compliment is given, right? We had a good chuckle over it. Maybe it was a language or cultural thing where the sentiment was there, but the words didn't quite express it correctly. Either way, Lee Ping's still awesome, and, yeah, in case you're wondering because you haven't seen me in a while, she was right: I'm not fat.
:-)
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