Out to get me, thin

I have this sneaking suspicion that New World (yes, the supermarket) is saying something about my current physique. Every time I go there to get one of their award-winning steak and cheese pies (made with actual bits of steak!) they are "out" or "not doing them today". This causes me to turn around and get a healthy sandwich from the make-a-sandwich-bar thingy behind me.

I know what you're trying to tell me. Bastards!