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I've accepted the fact that I'm not all that and a bag of chips when it comes to looks. That's not to say that I'm fugly by any means, but I know I'm not super model material and I never will be. I have short hair and I like it. I had it long for the vast majority of my life and it just got to be too much. Sure I can afford to miss a meal or two, but realistically, who can't? Basically, I'm average. That's just how my DNA stacked up. Not much I can really do about it, but I'm seriously getting sick and tired of people calling me SIR because I have fucking short hair.
Tonight is yet another prime example. At the grocery store with mom. No bagger so I start putting my stuff in the bags because I don't want to be there all night. This bleach blonde thing with black roots showing and enough makeup on to make Tammy Faye gasp, goes to stock the paper bags saying, "Excuse me sir."
"Yeah, not a sir, but thanks."
She bursts out laughing, "Oh, I'm so sorry." Rolling my eyes over to her, I responded, "I'm glad you find that utterly hysterical."
The cashier looks like she wants to crawl under her register, I continue bagging my stuff. One would think blondie would have enough sense to just stay the hell away from me. NOPE! She comes up to me and says, "I hope I didn't offend you, but I didn't look at your face."
Okay, so seriously, WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT SUPPOSE TO MEAN!? I didn't realize my Nike walking shoes were so freakin' manly!
By now I'm about ready to clock the bitch. For anyone that knows me, when I'm royally pissed, I get this lil' smile that can seriously scare the piss out of you. With smile in hand, I reply, "Well, it's a little too late to not be offensive now, isn't it? I strongly suggest you pay attention so you don't come off so rude and ignorant. One would think your mama would have raised you better than that, but I guess she didn't."
