When I first saw the beginning of the following commercial, I thought for sure that it would be for a legitimate weight-loss program:
But I’ll see your popular girls, Geico, and raise you one El Jefe.
Earlier in the year I ran into El Jefe at the gym, while I was panting away on the stairmaster. He came over to say hi, and essentially asked why I was torturing myself.
“Just getting wedding-ready!” I gasped out.
That was January.
Yesterday we had a baby shower for one of the women in my office. The theme was cupcakes, and the theme was plentiful. Naturally, I grabbed a delightful looking raspberry one. And as I was about to indulge, El Jefe walked by.
“Remember you have to fit into your wedding dress!” he stage-whispered.
Unlike the Geico man, there was no way I was giving up that cupcake, so I just laughed it off and waited until I was out of El Jefe’s line of sight before stuffing my face.
I told myself that he didn’t actually mean anything by it (he didn’t); he just thought he was being funny (dad humor).
But apparently he thinks this is our little joke now, because he had a follow up this morning regarding some Krispy Kremes someone had brought into the office. (Joke’s on you, El Jefe, I’m a Dunkin’ Donuts kind of girl!)
I can only hope that his interest in my wedding prep wanes quickly.
Four more months of weight comments by El Jefe is enough to give any girl a complex.