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Weird shit happens to me…
By Aardvark | July 31, 2010
A couple of weeks ago I was informed by a 50 year old receptionist (on hiatus from watching Days of Our Lives in her trailer) that I looked unemployed. She came to this conclusion based on the fact that I have red highlights.
“I didn’t figure you had no job with that red hair.” “Most places won’t hire you with those hairs.” I *guess* I should have been insulted or something…but I was just so dumbfounded by the whole conversation.
There is this one particular Target checkout clerk that refuses REFUSES to put my milk in a bag. I usually do my grocery shopping at Publix and take my reusable bags. I am not as great at remembering to take them to Target (I am getting better) but regardless of whether I have my own bags or not….He will not bag the milk. He told me “it has a handle.” I guess I could argue with him and demand a bag because I am the customer and blah blah blah but mostly I am entertained by the fact that this is his mission in life.
There is something about me that makes people want to talk to me. Maybe I look friendly, maybe I look like I want to help, maybe I look like I give a shit…but mostly none of those are true. 
I took my grandmother to Ross. She loves it there. While shopping around TWO different old people asked my opinion on the crap they were thinking about buying. The first one was a lady probably about 100 that was trying to decide on a purse. They were both hideous. As I walked by she asked me which one I liked better. One was old lady red and had about 8,000 pockets on the outside. The second was just as hideous and forest green. I tried to politely point out that neither were really my taste. She kept on. So I looked around and found a rather classic looking black bag and suggested it instead. She took the purse from me and looked at the price tag and quickly informed me that she was not paying $29.99 for a purse and THEN she accused me of spending “probably $50 on that fancy purse” I was carrying. MUWHAHHAAAA….If she only knew.
Does this crap happen to you?
accused
Topics: About me, WTF | 1 Comment »
July 31st, 2010 at 3:51 pm
You KNOW weird shit happens to me. I don’t know why, but random people always talk to me. Maybe I need a sign to hang around my neck that says, “Hi. I’m not friendly.”