Small town disadvantages
May. 28th, 2007 12:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
draggonlaadyeveryone knows me! I effectively cannot go anywhere without seeing at least one client. Usually this is not a huge deal, as most people respect the fact that when I'm not at work, I'm NOT AT WORK. On occassion, however, I am accosted by someone who doesn't seem to get that point. This weekend, for instance, while I was grocery shopping with my sister, cousin, and sister-in-law.
While wandering down the cold drinky aisle, I walk past a client. Since I'm not at work, I'm wearing an older, smart-assy tee-shirt. I'm sure you've all seen it on me or someone else... "Runs With Scissors" it says. The client stops me, reads the shirt, and asks "who runs with scissors?" I blink in amazement that she doesn't understand such a simple joke, and say "I do. Because I'm that clever." Then I start to move on... and about that time my sister walks up. For those of you who don't know, my sister is about 16 months younger than me.
Woman asks if she's my DAUGHTER. DAUGHTER!!! Seriously, do I look old enough to have a 30 year old daughter? Again, I blink briefly in confusion and say "Noooo... she's not my daughter."
Woman then proceeds to tell me how YOUNG I look. um. yeah. There's some coherency for ya. My sister and I both stare and blink in confusion.
Seque then into the animal questions--she starts telling me that she needs to bring one of her dogs in to have him put down, and rambles on trying to justify this decision, as if I was arguing. I tell her that it sounds like she needs to call the clinic and make an appointment.
Then she switches (mid-sentence, mind you) to how she needs to pick up thyroid pills for one of her other dogs. I repeat that it sounds like she needs to CALL THE CLINIC when it's open.
After rambling on about the dogs she currently has, and the dogs she used to have, and how terrible it was when she had to put down an old dog when she lived in Arizona, she suddenly has a bright flaring moment of reality and politeness and says "maybe I should let you go, since it's a holiday and you're not at work."
While wandering down the cold drinky aisle, I walk past a client. Since I'm not at work, I'm wearing an older, smart-assy tee-shirt. I'm sure you've all seen it on me or someone else... "Runs With Scissors" it says. The client stops me, reads the shirt, and asks "who runs with scissors?" I blink in amazement that she doesn't understand such a simple joke, and say "I do. Because I'm that clever." Then I start to move on... and about that time my sister walks up. For those of you who don't know, my sister is about 16 months younger than me.
Woman asks if she's my DAUGHTER. DAUGHTER!!! Seriously, do I look old enough to have a 30 year old daughter? Again, I blink briefly in confusion and say "Noooo... she's not my daughter."
Woman then proceeds to tell me how YOUNG I look. um. yeah. There's some coherency for ya. My sister and I both stare and blink in confusion.
Seque then into the animal questions--she starts telling me that she needs to bring one of her dogs in to have him put down, and rambles on trying to justify this decision, as if I was arguing. I tell her that it sounds like she needs to call the clinic and make an appointment.
Then she switches (mid-sentence, mind you) to how she needs to pick up thyroid pills for one of her other dogs. I repeat that it sounds like she needs to CALL THE CLINIC when it's open.
After rambling on about the dogs she currently has, and the dogs she used to have, and how terrible it was when she had to put down an old dog when she lived in Arizona, she suddenly has a bright flaring moment of reality and politeness and says "maybe I should let you go, since it's a holiday and you're not at work."
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Date: 2007-05-28 07:24 pm (UTC)That's just wrong.