Cape Cod is open for the season and it’s been a hodge-podge of a day on this holiday weekend. Even though the rain departed and the sun poked itself through the steel gray clouds, normal activities for the opening days of summer were pretty much curtailed due to temps in the fifties and a sharp ocean wind. Going to fit club this morning seemed the obvious thing to do, followed by some soup and book reading downtime.
After an early dinner I asked my husband to go out and get some ice-cream. He suggested we go out for it instead. Yay! At last. Something to commemorate the opening of summer. We went to the Ice Scream Sandwich and of course I got my favorite in a waffle cone: cranberry bog. There’s nothing like it anywhere because they make it. It’s almond flavored vanilla ice-cream with white chocolate pieces, dried cranberries, and walnuts mixed in. Oh yeah. Now were talkin’ summer.
We drove down to the canal to eat it and watch the boats and fisherman. On Pulse XM radio they were having “Live At The Vineyard”, a concert from the Napa Valley in California. The artists were amazing and we really enjoyed it. In fact, we took a couple of spins around town to hear more.
Memorial Day weekend on Cape Cod and the place looked like a ghost town. No traffic. The restaurants at 6pm were virtually empty. I laughed because the Sunday paper had headlines reading “We’re Open”. We were open, but nobody came. On the way home we stopped to the store at the end of our street. My husband went in while I waited in the car listening to more of the concert while people watching. Two young men (early 20’s) pull up. As they walk to the store I notice the words on one young man’s shirt : No Fat Chicks. I was amazed. How could anyone walk around with such a blatantly offensive shirt on and expect a young woman would ever want to date him? These were my thoughts as I sat there getting more and more irate.
Everyone is entitled to their own dating preferences, and I have no interest in his, but to insinuate and ADVERTISE that one person is better than another simply because of their weight is absurd. If there was a heavy girl in his vicinity, say behind him in line, I would’ve felt really bad for her. What a blatant slam that you are not good enough because of your weight.
I wonder what went through his mind when he put that shirt on and looked in the mirror? Do you think I’m overreacting? Was that an acceptable shirt to wear? Sorry, I just hate hurting people.
And so, as another day goes by, Cape Cod is definitely open for the season, and…I have written.
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