Tomorrow

Chapter 1 - Tomorrow

You never meant to bump into the woman looking at earrings. You were looking for a belt that would fit your ever growing waist. It was always, "Tomorrow I'll start my diet." All those procrastinating decisions were adding up into inches on your waistline.

"I didn't mean to, I'm sorry I-" you stammer.

"EW! Watch it, lard ass!" She isn't searching for an apology. This woman looks disgusted with you. Her cruel tone doesn't hit as sharply as she intended. You're accustomed to insults about your size.

You continue hunting for a belt that can accommodate your large jeans. This store clearly doesn't have plus size clothing big enough for you. All this walking around is exhausting, you're not used to so much physical activity. Your chest feels heavy and you need to sit. The food court has chairs.

You ignore the empty benches on your route to the food court. Reality is- sitting is more of an excuse. You'll find any reason to stuff your face. The smell of greasy meats and sugary pastries guides your way.

You see a pretzel stand and decide that a cinnamon sugar pretzel and some buttery weenie bites would be a good start. You get in line at the same time as... that bitch! The woman who yelled at you is now the one bumping into you!

"Oh! I'm sorry, I-" Her words abruptly stop when she realizes who she bumped into. "Oh.. it's you. Listen, I normally don't yell at people I don't know. I'm having a really hard day and I shouldn't have snapped at you. Will you forgive me? I'll buy your snack."

Is this a trick? Is she only going to call you more harsh names if you agree? You're food motivated and take the risk. "I was going to get a cinnamon sugar pretzel." She nods and stands beside you while waiting for her turn to order.

She steps forward as the previous customer leaves. "Hello, let me get two lemonade slushies, a large sweet tea, two cinnamon sugar pretzels, a honey almond pretzel, two cups of your weenie bites and... dipping sauce!! Three of those frosting dipping saucings. Perfect! What is my total?"

Confusion grips your brain once again, there is no way that average sized woman just ordered all that food. You tried to be polite with your request, why did she get so much food?! Her hand grips yours as she leads you to an empty table covered in crumbs. "No one knows how to do their job anymore. Takes 30 seconds to wipe down a table!"

You watch as she gets up for napkins, her plump hips swaying as she walks. Before you were too on edge to really notice any details about her. Not exactly your type but not bad looking either. Does it count as a date if a woman buys you food? It sure counts when men do it. Maybe she really isn't mean and simply is trying to apologize.

Her worn shirt collar falls down a smidgen while she wipes off the table in preparation for the food you're waiting on. The pretzel aroma in the air is teasing your nose, waiting for your food was almost agonizing. "Order 43?? ORDER FOURTY THREE!"

Just like that, you now have a little feast in front of you. "I only asked for a pretzel." She takes a sip of the lemonade slushie. "Yeah, and? Come on, look at you. I know you have room for that. Just eat."
Well... you are hungry. You peel back a lid on the frosting and tell yourself, "Tomorrow I'll go on that diet."