The Pink Shoe Diaries

What is it about me that screams "Hey weirdos, hop on!"?

Seriously, I know that I am a little too willing to engage in conversation with less than normal people because either 1) they catch me off guard or 2) I am just that bored. But it would be nice to get through a work week without a toothless woman yelling at me to get away from her man.

You know?

I was at the local wine&beer mart picking up a bottle of wine and some overpriced crackers (seriously $4.50 for triscuits? They are like $2 at Shaws. I'm glad someone is profiting from my laziness). I got in line behind a slightly filthy, swaying man in cutoff jeans and a stained husband-beater. The person in front of him was evidently stocking up for a storm because she had two baskets of goods (no carriagies in this piece!). So Mr Filth took this opportunity to strike up a convo with the young lady behind him i.e. moi.

"You get wet?" he leered
"Excuse me?" I asked
"You get wet from all that rain?"
I looked down at my perfectly dry blouse and skirt and shook my head "No, I'm good".
Since my degree of "wetness" was a dead end he moved on
"You like wine?" , he asked, gesturing at my bottle with his 6 pack of Bud
"Uh huh, yeah!"
He then grabbed the wine from my hand and announced "$10.99!?? You know you can get TWO six packs of beer for less than that"
(shocked at his math skills )"Well I don't really like beer but thanks for telling me!"
He stared at me a moment and laughed "I like you" he said.

Swell.

At this point another young woman joined the conversation. She donned a sort of babydoll type tank dress with sequins all over it, over denim cutoffs, and a large tattoo of I think a dragon snaked up her leg. She put her hand on the rear end of the man, and said to him "You know her skirt is too short".

No she didn't! First of all it was not too short it was a work appropriate KNEE length. Second of all let she with all her teeth cast the first stone!

Instead of snarking, which may have compelled her to put her hands on me and for me to then have contracted syphillus, I laugh-snorted and busied myself with the Weekly World News, no longer engaging in pleasantries with the lovely couple. She then engaged in a conversation with her (I assume) boyfriend about how SHE hates the kind of people who come into this store.

I'm sure I can relate. I hate those types of people. You know, clean, polite, teeth-having types.

But when you shop at a store that sells cigarettes not in packs but one by one, thems the breaks! I will be damned if I will drive the .5 miles to the next liquor store.