Scene 182: Work
So this stocky, hideous imp of a clerk (about 5') is walking alongside me..Hideous imp of a clerk: I know you resent being tall, but I just wanted to know - is it hard to find clothes?
Me: (In shock, horror, disbelief) I don't resent being tall, where'd you come up with that??
Hideous imp of a clerk: Well, I just figured you would.
Me: Why? Being tall is awesome. I don't resent being tall at all. I love being tall. It rocks.
Hideous imp of a clerk: Oh, I just figured you might.. no, I'd love to be tall, then I could look down at everybody.
Me: Yeah, it's pretty cool.
How does this bitch know I'm bitter? Have her and the IT lady been reading my blog again? So... now I feel I have to clarify. I LOVE BEING TALL. I LOVE BEING UNIQUE. I AM PROUD OF WHO I AM, PHYSICALLY AND OTHERWISE. If I'm bitter at anything, it's how stupid people act sometimes. So yes, I'm bitter, but not at God or nature or myself - only at the people who bombard me w/ the same bull%$it comments every single day. Would I give up being tall in exchange for being left alone? Probably not..
posted by Cladeedah @ 11:38 PM
6 Comments:
amen sista
Imp. Ha.
stocky, hideous, imp.
i think that that's one of the best classifications i've ever heard, and i plan on stealing it.
HEre's to hoping she really doesn't read your blog! ;)
Here's to me giving a crap if she does!
You're not bitter...you're just drawn that way.
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