![]() ![]() So is every d–n chicken sandwich and for every d–n reason. So is the girl making my chicken sandwich. ![]() When everything is unique, there really is no comparison. Maybe you’re pinching pennies and needing to reminisce of your childhood, so you know the golden arches will save you money and bring you comforting nostalgia. Maybe you go to Wendy’s because you know you need to wash your chicken sandwich down with that Frosty. Chicken because you’re starving and their chicken sandwich is super thick. They all fulfill a different kind of need. They are all different in their own right. I smiled as I drove past because I knew something so much deeper. How can I hate them for it? We all do it. They are using marketing tactics to sell their brand. It read, ‘Ours… theirs’ with both chicken sandwiches side by side. Chicken chicken sandwich versus the smaller, less appealing chicken sandwich elsewhere. I paid attention to their advertising billboard of the Mr. Just the other day, I was driving past Mr. See, comparisons in this life will never end, be it intentional or unintentional. Isn’t that fascinating? (It’s hard for me to live without a dash of sarcasm). You made me better and my butt never changed. So, even though I reported her use of words at the time (I was touchy, okay), I want to thank her now. What I then thought was this worker giving me a complex was actually her giving me a much stronger belief in myself and my d–n butt. Now that I look back, I can proudly say, ‘No, I don’t have a Kim Kardashian butt because I’m not Kim Kardashian, I’m Felicia.’ ![]() I started texting the guy mentioned above, so he could talk me out of my now flat-butt belief. ![]() I’ll never be as good as Kim Kardashian, I thought. I left the store with no pants and feeling less than. I can’t remember what I said next but shortly after she came back with, ‘I mean you don’t have a Kim Kardashian butt.’ ‘Yes, you do,’ she said, going tit-for-tat with me. I snapped back with, ‘No, I don’t’ as I thought of the last guy I dated who constantly told me how ‘perfectly round’ he thought my booty was. “’You have a flat butt…’ uttered the worker at the clothing store as she explained why she pointed to the pants that would be a better fit for my ‘flat butt.’ ![]()
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