I stopped at McDonald's during my walk today, as I usually do; I want the a/c and the $1 giant-assed drink and a chance to sit for a few minutes before pushing on. As I sat there sipping on my Diet Coke, a kid across the dining room kept staring at me, intently focused on my lower legs.
Now, I have fat calves. I know that, I'm okay with that; they've always been big, even when the rest of me wasn't. But it was a little odd to have this kid just staring, like he'd never seen someone else's shins before.
I got up to refill my cup, and as I passed he said, seemingly puzzled, and with a thick southern accent, "Yo right laig is bigger'n yo left laig."
If I'd taken a sip right then, I would have choked on it.
He wasn't trying to be mean or rude; he seemed truly curious about why someone's legs would be differing sizes.
And you know I kept looking at them on the rest of my walk, trying to figure out if the kid was right.
I think he might be.
Mah right laig, it's a mite bigger'm mah left, Ah think...