He obviously doesn't know how much I weigh or he'd know I don't even need food for some time. (No doubt a result of my mother telling not to waste food -- there are millions starving....)

Also, he obviously doesn't remember our long lost semi-professional pleader, Jill Bitner, who taught me all I know.

Besides, it's Sunday. If he feels better for having preached his little sermon, then "it's a good thing". There are a lot of people who think it is better to give someone a fish instead of teaching them how to fish.