When you’re not fat and a hot guy in a BMW asks you where Dunkin’ Donuts is when you’re walking your dog, you no longer assume he’s asking because you’re fat, so of course you know where it is. No, he asks because the dog at the end of the leash illustrates you live in the hood. And the smile on your face says you love iced coffee. So you tell him, finish your walk, and curl up with said dog on a chilly fall night, thinking how lucky you are.
So I totally forgot to take a pic. But imagine, if you will, a turkey burger and some kale chips, and that’s what I had for dinner.