I've been labeled judgemental by many a friend, co-worker, family member and perfect stranger - and I can pretty much agree and defend my stance as being one of opinion and then backhand a perfect "well - you're judging ME by calling ME judgemental. ASS" - and all seems perfectly well.
But at lunch today - while I'm stuffing my face with Subway Pizza (sooo good!) and trying to hurriedly finish an episode of "Smallville" while sitting in my car - I notice a woman walking up to the curb behind my behemoth bumper.
She is short, with mousey brown hair and small eyes hidden behind large glasses. Her clothes are Kmart sale rack and her shoes are Nikes. She plops down, one hand on her young swollen belly and the other reaching into her pleather purse. This hugely pregnant woman then, in front of God (literally - I was parked behind a church) and everyone - smokes a big ol' cigarrette. This is the equivilant to sucking on a ciggy and then giving a kid mouth-to-mouth. It's just wrong.
I wanted to do something -but short of slowly backing up in hopes of startling the cigarette from her grasp - I was at a loss. So I sat in horror - no longer happily consuming my tomato and green pepper pizza and realizing the true irony of the situation. A fat girl eating a pizza looking down on a pregnant woman smoking a cigarrette.
We were an after school special waiting to happen.