Offended

Well, I guess I shouldn't be upset, but I still am. After going out with some of Tim's old friends last night (Tim, however, had to go out for a business dinner - after already having had two lunches!) I still needed to get some work done before going to bed. So, in order to stay awake, I decided I needed some sugar, and that the best option was to buy some sweets in one of our corner shops, just by the bus stop. I found myself a bag of winegums and went up to the counter to pay. I was a bit tipsy, but nothing bad, and was my usual cheerful self (?) and asked the old Indian man behind the counter how he was doing. He smiled back, and asked if I was having some munchies. I replied that I had to stay up late, and just needed something sweet. But when I went out of the shop I was secretly annoyed that the man had questioned my eating habits - thinking I was a pig who had a large bag of sweets at 22.20 at night (I might just be, but that's not for him to comment on). I told Tim the story when he got back home an hour later. And that's when Tim explained to me what the munchies actually mean: getting hungry after smoking weed! (Well, obviously my English slang vocabulary isn't good enough - or possibly I'm hanging with 'the wrong people'.) I'm shocked! As if being called a fat pig wasn't bad enough - being taken for a junkie is definitely worse (although, seeing my own tired face in the mirror, I could absolutely see myself being taken for a crack whore). I just want to hide today!