why are you staring at me? yes. you. the one in the plaid skirt with the swollen ankles and bulging vericose veins. are you staring at me because i’m eating my son’s snack? i just had one tasty tomato bite you know. ok two. maybe three. but who’s keeping count? it’s not like i’m dangling them in front of him and getting him all excited and then eating them myself. oh. you saw that. i didn’t know it was the last one.