It's been an interesting day.
The Mighty Bug and I stopped at the very convenient drive-thru ATM this afternoon after class to get some fast cash from checking, as one option suggests on the brightly-buttoned banking screen. I fed my ATM card into the slot, then heard a horrible gnashing sound. Methinks the machine missed lunch, 'cause it chewed my card into liquid plastic. I swear I heard a metallic burp.
OK. I parked the blue Bug between two white lines in the lot and walked around the corner to the bank lobby. Inside, I was not alone. The bank manager, already surrounded by four other customers, took one look at me and said, "Oh no. You too?" Seems the ATM machine must've been missing its carbs, as it had greedily consumed the ATM cards of four others before me. Temporary ATM cards for all.
Seems other machines are hungry, too. Today, in The New York Times, in an article titled Do My Knees Look Fat to You? it is reported that thin humans are now opting for liposuction of the knees and back.
I don't know about you, but I was born with fat knees, and they will always be with me. My parents gave them to me. They couldn't help it. And back fat? It sounds like something some savvy southern cook would place in a frying plan while prepping some amazing meal. But I suppose the term "back fat" doesn't sound as horrible as the description of the current liposuction process, where your fat is melted first before being stripped from your body.
Why do people do this?
None of us get out of here alive.
One of my students, Erica, commented today about how a friend of hers had liposuction on her stomach. "Her stomach is perfectly flat now," she reported. "But now the fat goes to her back and hips and butt. It always finds someplace to sit."
Methinks it might settle in some people's heads.