I’m a Size 2
That’s what a woman said to me at Starbucks today.
Apparently, my chair was too far out in the aisle. She was trying to squeeze through the space between my chair and the table behind me.
Excuse me, she said. Can you scoot in?
I was reading and hadn’t see her. Upon passing, I heard her say, and I’m a size 2, with some level of annoyance.
A few minutes later, I thought: how interesting to not only know your size, but to identify by it.
I’m a size 2.