a genuine conversation, part drei.

(in line at subway, where m orders the oxymoron of condiments... light mayo)

c: so... light mayo, eh?
m: i'm dieting.
c: seriously? [he's 74 inches tall and probably weighs like 168 lbs.]
m: yeah, my pants don't fit right anymore.
c: what does that mean?
m: they're kind of tight. in like the thighs and the butt.
c: what, are you a girl now? have you been gaining weight in the boobs too so that your button-downs gap at the chest?
m: maybe. i do feel a little busty.

guess he's worried about fitting into his emo jeans and penguin polos, a la seth cohen:

like i said, indie yuppie.