Imagine this, you've had a bad day because of a sore throat. But then your peers makes up for it by taking you out on an early dinner and the day seemed infinitely better than when it had started. However, inevitably there's that one incident right after the jolly good time a comment from a stranger ruins the rightfully earned good day into a thunderous storm system. You can't tell your peers what had just happened and why you became moody all of the sudden because a) you don't know how to explain it and b) you don't want to ruin the delicacy of their jolly day.
Anyway, back to the stranger. She was a cashier at a convenient store where I'd purchase a box of natural hair bleach. I went up to the cash register to pay for the item when the plump and significantly older lady (probably by two decades) made a rude comment about my purchase in relations to me. There was a younger lady by her side, also a worker there. I guess the cashier was talking to her colleague when she'd said the rude comment in an obscure way that I thought she was trying to hide what she was saying. Lady, I know I can't speak your language properly but I can understand it perfectly well. And what do you care what people buy from your store? If that's your attitude, then fine, I've no problem of not returning to your store ever again. And if, God forbid, the details of you or the store you work in shall somehow get out there, I wish you good luck with life.
But no worries, I'm no devil's child. I'd do no such thing to ruin a "perfectly nice middle-aged woman" nor her career. Bitch.
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