Interesting Conversations

Interesting series of events today……



Well I wouldn’t say series but several funny things have happened and I haven’t even made it to dinner with my grandparents tonight—which I’m SURE is going to be funny as well. For starters I almost left for work this morning wearing fur. I mean it has cooled off to like 70…..that’s “cool” weather right? It was just a little sleeveless shrug not a full on coat or anything but….after thinking about it……. how ridiculous would I look…in my office, wearing fur—in south Mississippi. Pretty stupid. Like don’t think I won’t wear it out this weekend at night if it’s below 71 degrees.
Whatever, so yeah… I changed my clothes and went to work—not wearing a fur shrug.
I was meeting this precious couple (I met them at the Talent Show last week) at Chimney’s for lunch so…. I decided to stop in Frosting and get them some cupcakes on my way. ….I walk in (with my shades on) Conversation as follows:


“Hey I need a dozen mini cupcakes, assorted please."
 Frosting Girl: “Okay, did you dye your hair?”
“Um……….no?”
 FG: “Didn’t you have blonde hair? At Perk”
 “Oh…yeah. Did you go to Perk with me?”

            

---Now I realized after leaving that sounded extremely rude/arrogant/whatever you want to call it but seriously, I am VERY good at remembering people. Since jumping into the corporate world/moving to a new city I’m not so good with names because I meet SO many new people but I always remember a face. And, for real, I have never seen this girl in my entire life….My hair is a different color AND I had my sunglasses on…and this chick still recognized me? I must have early stages of dementia.

I leave Frosting baffled and dying to open the box of cupcakes….and remembered I left stuff at the cleaners, a long time ago….like real long time ago so I swing in there, walk in, tell her my name, pay, grab my clothes—by this point there was a small line behind me and as I turn to walk out, I’m almost to the door and the tattooed lady behind the counter says “Hey—what size jeans you wear?” Like she yelled it so I turned around…everyone in the place is staring at this point—and say “3”


Now lets be honest with one another—I don’t wear a 3 okay, we all know that but really? Why would you yell at someone and ask what size they wear?


--Because “We got 10 pairs uh Levi’s on this rack, 10 bucks a piece”
1. I don’t wear Levi’s
2. I don’t want jeans someone else has worn
Oh oh and another random thing today (also dealing with jeans)---I get to work and I’m wearing some 7’s, they’re dressy jeans so I can wear them with heels you know whatever… well the I.T. guy walks by and says….”I like those jeans” and for one BRIEF second I thought oh my god the I.T. guy knows what 7’s are---I am so impressed. And then. He says. “They’re like retro, hippie jeans”

Retro? Hippie? Sweetie…I got these at SAKS, in New Orleans and there is nothing hippie or retro about them. But. Thanks, Thank You for thinking my jeans were cute.