While running errands with Ivo in the stroller on a humid 25 degree C day, I got chased. I don't know how long the woman was running after us. She was out of breath by the time she started yelling, "hello, hello!" as we turned down our street.
She seemed strange. She was certainly a stranger. She was waving us over in the palm down "lai lai" way. I slowed down (I don't move that fast these days as it is - 8 months). I acknowledged her, smiled said hi but kept moving cuz she seemed a little nutty. She clearly wanted to talk so I turned and waited for her. She toyed with Ivo - touching his face - which he hates. He's only willing to be touched if you've got candy... The she started telling me how she sells weight loss products. You can lose 4kg/week. I thought about slapping her. I didn't. Somewhere in her spiel, she was able to question whither my bulk and asked if I was pregnant. She still thought I might want the weight loss crap. I don't know how to say, "yr hurting my feelings" in Chinese. I do know how to ask, "You chased me down the road to tell me I'm fat?" But that didn't mean anything to her or daunt her sales pitch.
So strange. She wasn't in any kinda shape - winded from having tried to catch me. She wasn't even slender.
On a happier note Dylan and fam are back from their xmas in SA. Yay! Ivo n Dylan were so happy to see each other. Thry played and chattered excitedly with only a couple minor skirmishes!
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