I had to find a tie dye outfit for my son recently. I drive around a lot so I figured I'd just stop in a mom and pop shop that sells infant clothes. This turned out harder than expected as 2 of the 4 local shops have gone out of business. This forced me to travel to an upper middle class area whose website spouted fashion forward children's clothing. My desperation overran my skepticism.
I walk into the tastefully decorated store and try to find the infant boys section all by myself. With what must have been clear trouble with this task a woman (owner?) asked if I needed help finding anything. She was an attractive middle to later age white woman. Very well groomed and dressed well. I tell her I am looking for the infant boys section 6-9 months. She tells me I'm standing in that section.
Really stopping and taking in my surroundings barely gives me the idea of what she said as being true. The clothes seem mildly intended for a male. More pink and frills than I would have guessed were acceptable for a boy. Continuing my search I stumble upon what was probably inspired by a sailors uniform that had been bastardized with pink and bows. It was awful. I wouldn't even put a baby girl in this abomination. Mentally I decide this store is not for me and bid this fucking place farewell. Head for the door.
The woman asks me if I had trouble finding anything. I reply instantly and without having to think. It was a reflex.
"No thanks. I have a baby boy. Not whatever you would put in that". Pointing at the sailors outfit. She gasps and can't seem to compute how rude I was. How fucking dare I saw THAT. As she has a mental seizure I'm gone with the door closing before she has a chance to respond verbally.
Why can I say the perfect thing when I don't mean to but when I want to I'm a silent cunt.
I had to find a tie dye outfit for my son recently. I drive around a lot so I figured I'd just stop in a mom and pop shop that sells infant clothes. This turned out harder than expected as 2 of the 4 local shops have gone out of business. This forced me to travel to an upper middle class area whose website spouted fashion forward children's clothing. My desperation overran my skepticism.
I walk into the tastefully decorated store and try to find the infant boys section all by myself. With what must have been clear trouble with this task a woman (owner?) asked if I needed help finding anything. She was an attractive middle to later age white woman. Very well groomed and dressed well. I tell her I am looking for the infant boys section 6-9 months. She tells me I'm standing in that section.
Really stopping and taking in my surroundings barely gives me the idea of what she said as being true. The clothes seem mildly intended for a male. More pink and frills than I would have guessed were acceptable for a boy. Continuing my search I stumble upon what was probably inspired by a sailors uniform that had been bastardized with pink and bows. It was awful. I wouldn't even put a baby girl in this abomination. Mentally I decide this store is not for me and bid this fucking place farewell. Head for the door.
The woman asks me if I had trouble finding anything. I reply instantly and without having to think. It was a reflex.
"No thanks. I have a baby boy. Not whatever you would put in that". Pointing at the sailors outfit. She gasps and can't seem to compute how rude I was. How fucking dare I saw THAT. As she has a mental seizure I'm gone with the door closing before she has a chance to respond verbally.
Why can I say the perfect thing when I don't mean to but when I want to I'm a silent cunt.
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