Fat American

 So apparently I am a super fat American. I went to a neighorhood store today that sells bangles but could not fit any on display. The owner of the shop had to pull out some bangles in the back corner of the store for me to try. Apparently these were the bangles for the big chicks. I bought two sets and was pretty excited about them, ignoring the fact that I had to get plus sized bangles. When I got back to the guest house I unwrapped a set to wear tonight. The glass bangle promptly broke as I was attempting to put it on, and it cut me on the palm of my hand. Great. Now I have an open wound on my hand, the same hand that 50 kids like to hold every day. Good thing I brought neosporin and Hello Kitty band-aids...