"The sun must shine out my ass or something..."
Why is it that the women are always the ones to look at me weirdly?
Yes, it's going to be another knock-down, drag 'em out SCENE:
I wait in line after ordering my breakfast bagel at the cafe I frequent.
A woman waits behind me for what she guesses is a while and becomes annoyed as to why her oder hasn't been taken. She inquires about the status of my order, not to me politely. No, instead her decision is to accost the cashier clerk with attitude about this.
At the exact moment that the answer is uttered to her she hears an echo from chest level.
I turn around and she looks down at me in shock, as if I wasn't supposed to answer... Now, I could assume that she thought I was someone's child and wanted to be a 'big girl' and order for myself, thus dismissing my ability to answer the question or I could decline all that and say she was just being ignorant in general. Either way, her reaction was hilarious. She became flabbergasted at my oral aim*; her eyes were wide with wonder and shame. To give her space (and alleviate further confusion for other customers) I moved to the opposite side of the store after this encounter. On my exit the expression on her face was, "What'd you do that for?"
*Now keep in mind folks, it's way easier for my vocals to carry in the morning minutes because I rarely speak to anyone on the way to work so the frog is still on the verge of jumping. My voice must have throttled this woman into a frenzy mentally.
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