Today I was at White Spot with the guys from church. We were eating away, and I catch out of the corner of my eye this old couple glaring at me and whispering away.

I looked back, and made eye contact with the woman, who quickly turned her eyes away. But she kept on staring at me and giving me dirty looks the entire lunch. When I got up and went to the washroom, she looked me up and down with a disgusted look on her face.

Now, if I was wearing a low cut top I might have understood the disapproving looks. But I was wearing the furthest thing from that, a turtleneck and a knee length skirt. I was barely showing skin minus my face.

I was very tempted to go over and ask them what their problem was, or to advise them that when they're talking about someone they should try and be a little more discreet. But I didn't want to start a fight. I bet you they were the head cheerleader and football captain in their time.