Blonde Day
I got up this morning and I was feeling kind of cheeky, kind of funny, and decided this was the perfect day for pigtails and my toxic green Little Miss Naughty t-shirt. A phone call later on reminded me of a doctor’s visit I’d conveniently forgotten about. By then I’d also totally forgotten about my cheeky, funny morning and headed straight out the door.
I’ve never been grinned at quite so much in my life. I was feeling kind of charismatic, kind of charming. Then, after the appointment, I was on my way back to the car and an old fellow looked at me, grinned and said, “I like your t-shirt.” I thanked him, then once I’d edged away far enough, I looked down.
Oh. Whoops. I wasn’t kind of charismatic, kind of charming. I was just a source of amusement.
How deflating.