She said to me, “Aw, you don’t look pretty today. Too bad.”
Yes, that was my greeting from what I would ordinarily have considered a friendly patron.
I shouldn’t be so offended because this comes on the heels of her making such a huge deal about how pretty she said I looked the other day, when I was in a fairy costume for a program. Evidently, I should always have pink flowers in my hair, a low-cut shirt and a glittery skirt on, because otherwise the disparity compels her to tell me I’m not pretty today.
Pshaw, she should’ve seen me when I woke up this morning.
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Wow... what gives her the right to decide when you look pretty? You're probably prettier than she is any day. Did you reply to her? I probably would have said, "Neither do you."
"Pretty? I'll have you know I'm fucking gorgeous." So there.
(At which point gorgeous pops up and says, "Yes, yes she is!" XD )
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