4.9
I just got back from a trip to my local ‘bucks to get myself (and my boss) some iced coffee-like drinks. While standing in line the lady in front of me turned around and to my horror was wearing bright pink lipstick as blush on her cheeks. Clearly defined circles. She was also sporting a very curly black wig, purple headband and matching purple scrunchie around the wrist. She was not homeless but clearly disheveled. She asked me “can you buy me a coffee?” I said “I’m sorry, but this is my boss’ money, or I would.” That was that. We proceeded to move up the line, and when it was her turn, she whipped out a wad of cash and paid for her own drink. WTF?! Lame.
Then, on my way back, carrying two drinks I passed a group of fine, young men with clipboards. One that is exactly my type (tall, lanky and a bit awkward) approached me and asked if I “had a minute for the Democrats?” If I was now the version of myself that I someday hope to be, I would have said “I get off at 6, how about I give you a minute then?” That would have been so sweet. Alas, I said “No, sorry!” and ended up back here, telling you fine folks about the crazy I met and my lack of self-confidance when it comes to skinny men with clipboards.
