You're the deli girl at Wal Mart? Isn't part of you job description, "take abuse from fat red necks who just finished watching Judge Judy with a smile on your face."
I might actually look up Wal Marts policies, I'm pretty sure it's in there.
Anyway, in the way Cindy can't not go a night without being abused by fat Toby Keith lovers, I cannot go a night without someone walking up to me, eyes bright with excitement, exclaiming, " OM(f)G IS THAT YOUR REAL HAIR COLOR!?!?!?"
At first it was kind of flattering that everyone loved it, now its just ridiculous, because the comments that follow it are always just as stupid. Two examples.
Retard: Is that your natural hair color?
Me (bored): Yeah (it's not, but if I say no it's almost like I just broke up with them. Lying is easier)
R: Wow...and with green eyes! You're eyes match your hair!
M: Um...sort of...I guess (except my eyes are green...not red...)
R: What's your name?
M: (looks down at name tag that reads, "My name is MARYBETH. How may I take care of your business today?) Marybeth
R: You must be Irish!
M: *begins slamming face into cash register*
The other one today was weird. A painter guy came (I knew he was a painter because his name tag said so...and I can read) in and informed he was going to buy candy. Ten minutes later he bough M&M's. He then wandered off and began reading a book Cody the supplies guy is letting me read. The painter guy comes back, and this is what happens:
P: Can you believe I just dropped half my bag of M&M's?
M: *blank stare* Um...okay...
P: You have really pretty eyes!
And then he walked away. Only, no one ever found his M&M spill and the way he complimented my eyes made me feel like he wanted to eat them....weirdness...
Anyway, new apartment!
Yay!
-embee
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lol... that's pretty amusing
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