Yeah.
I know, I never go to the mall. But I have an almost-four year old, and you know, Build A Bear, and well...
So we go to the mall.
Most of the kiosk cockroaches don't bother me, evidently I have an unapproachable vibe going on (which is exactly what I'm trying to do, so, GOOD.) Except this one chick flounces over and goes "Do you straighten your hair?"
Okay, let me tell you something. I have a big nose and my eyes are too close set. I have lousy cheekbones. However, I have the best hair of anyone I know. I'm just sayin'.
Magnificent Dumbass: Do you straighten your hair?
Me: Nope. This is how my hair looks normally. (which is to say my hair looks smooth, shiny, healthy, and not in any way in need of a straightener. My hair is mostly straight, now that I'm older. It's thick and only wavy enough to give it some very nice bounce. )
MD: Come over here and try our straightener!
Me: thinking (uh...Did I hear you right, or did you NOT hear ME right? I just kept walking at that point.
Husband (to her): Yeah...not a great idea... (evidently she'd stepped towards me as I moved away. Chick owes him, he probably saved her life.)
What did she think she was gonna do to my hair? Dumbass.
The ironic bit is that my husband has a headful of telephone-cord curls, and she ignored him till he told her to leave it. Though if she'd put her hands on him, I'd have shown her a second use for that "straightener."
I know, I never go to the mall. But I have an almost-four year old, and you know, Build A Bear, and well...
So we go to the mall.
Most of the kiosk cockroaches don't bother me, evidently I have an unapproachable vibe going on (which is exactly what I'm trying to do, so, GOOD.) Except this one chick flounces over and goes "Do you straighten your hair?"
Okay, let me tell you something. I have a big nose and my eyes are too close set. I have lousy cheekbones. However, I have the best hair of anyone I know. I'm just sayin'.
Magnificent Dumbass: Do you straighten your hair?
Me: Nope. This is how my hair looks normally. (which is to say my hair looks smooth, shiny, healthy, and not in any way in need of a straightener. My hair is mostly straight, now that I'm older. It's thick and only wavy enough to give it some very nice bounce. )
MD: Come over here and try our straightener!
Me: thinking (uh...Did I hear you right, or did you NOT hear ME right? I just kept walking at that point.
Husband (to her): Yeah...not a great idea... (evidently she'd stepped towards me as I moved away. Chick owes him, he probably saved her life.)
What did she think she was gonna do to my hair? Dumbass.
The ironic bit is that my husband has a headful of telephone-cord curls, and she ignored him till he told her to leave it. Though if she'd put her hands on him, I'd have shown her a second use for that "straightener."
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