Fri
Sep
4
my conversation with a convenience store clerk this morning
Most mornings, I stop at the same convenience store on the way to work, so all the folks who work there recognize me. One of them is a sweet old Indian lady with a heavy accent.
Clerk: “Who did that to you.”
Me: “What?”
Clerk: “Your face.”
I was offended for a split second, then I remembered that we had some fun with glitter last night, and I must not have managed to get it all off of my face.
Me: “Oh. It’s glitter. I thought I got it all off.”
Clerk: “No.”
Awkward silence.
Clerk, laughing: “It looks good!”
Me: “Uh… thanks.”
