Being told to smile, grrrrr. I am not a performing dog.
Of all my encounters with this kind of yahoo, this one stands out.
Scene: Waiting for a bus after a double shift. Wearing (not that it should frickin' matter) quite respectable 'I work high end retail' clothes.
Man at bus stop: Smile!
Me: Pardon?
Man: Smile! I bet you're even prettier when you smile!
Me: Ah. Evidently you are confused. It is not my job to be pretty for you. There are places where it might be someone's job to be pretty for you, a bus stop is not one of them. You can try to find them in the phone book. For right now I suggest you leave me the fuck alone.
Man slinks to far end of bus stop muttering. An elderly woman catches my eye. I wonder if my swearing has offended her.
Elderly woman: People who do that get on my last nerve. It's so damn annoying.
I've had friends (yes, more than one!) told to smile when walking out of the doctor's office after being told they had cancer. Their replies were markedly less printable.
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Date: 2006-10-08 06:43 pm (UTC)Of all my encounters with this kind of yahoo, this one stands out.
Scene: Waiting for a bus after a double shift. Wearing (not that it should frickin' matter) quite respectable 'I work high end retail' clothes.
Man at bus stop: Smile!
Me: Pardon?
Man: Smile! I bet you're even prettier when you smile!
Me: Ah. Evidently you are confused. It is not my job to be pretty for you. There are places where it might be someone's job to be pretty for you, a bus stop is not one of them. You can try to find them in the phone book. For right now I suggest you leave me the fuck alone.
Man slinks to far end of bus stop muttering. An elderly woman catches my eye. I wonder if my swearing has offended her.
Elderly woman: People who do that get on my last nerve. It's so damn annoying.
I've had friends (yes, more than one!) told to smile when walking out of the doctor's office after being told they had cancer. Their replies were markedly less printable.