I am always hungry. Always. Even when I'm currently eating, I'm hungry. If you're a hungry girl too, chances are, you've suffered in these situations, too.
Seriously, let's get to the "I do" and "you may kiss the bride" so we can all get to the reception and hors-d'oeuvres, okay?
What monster schedules a work meeting in the middle of lunch?
You don't want to wolf your meal. He's really interesting. But that plate of pasta in front of you is a major distraction.
As if my normal level of hungry wasn't enough, when I'm training for a long-distance race, the hungry sneaks up on me mid-run and those stupid gummy bears I've got in my stupid belt aren't going to help.
No, I don't want to pose for another photo with my cousins. I want some of Aunt Susie's potato salad, dammit!
Why is a hotdog, chips, and a plastic cup of Bud Light so expensive? I'll gladly root for the home team if you get me something a little more substantial than some peanuts and Cracker Jack.
Sure, yeah, grown-up drinks are fun, by why can't we also have some real food? The celery stick in my Bloody Mary doesn't count, but it's a start.
Why do we have to wait til AFTER the games to eat our lunch? I don't want to guess how big your belly is or how much the baby will weigh. I want food, stat. Don't you?
You told me dinner was at four. It is now 6 o'clock, the turkey is still in the oven, and Uncle Tom is now ridiculously drunk, singing the praises of Donald Trump.
I don't understand why I have to fast for half a day before most medical tests, but I'm pretty sure it's just because secretly my lab tech hates me.
I am almost never hungrier than when I'm pushing my shopping cart through the aisles. Thank God for those sweet old ladies with the samples. They are true granola-sample bearing saints.
Okay, my fellow hungry girls - what other situations end in tummy torture for you?