As i got up to leave, the lead annoying chick looked at me. She was bottle blonde, wearing flip-flops (of course) and jeans shorts that might have fit her when she was a sophomore in high school...many, many late night pizzas and beers ago.
Her: (Completely out of nowhere) "That shirt really doesn't work for you."
(My shirt? Standard issue grey button down dress shirt for client site visits.)
Her friends giggle.
Me: "Thanks for the fashion advice, princess. Next time, leave the shower shoes at home. And drop a good twenty pounds before you try to pour your ass into those shorts again."
Stone silence as I finish shouldering my bag and hit the door.
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