Something happened today which has me flummoxed. It was a very brief conversation in the hallway at school between the twenty-six year old man with whom I carpool and myself. He was walking just behind me. As you’ll see, he really has a way with words:
“You look a lot different from behind,” he said.
“You look different from behind. Less colorlessness.”
“Less colorlessness?” (Now I’m incredulous.)
“Well yeah. Uh, I mean, you look younger from behind.”
Okay then. Way to boost my confidence! I so didn’t need that today. I immediately thought about tanning beds, contact lenses, hair dye and red lipstick. Not exactly my style. But maybe that’s my problem?
Wait, I take that back. Who says I have a problem? I will not let his idiocy be my problem. I think I will take a month off from carpooling, however. And I may buy some new lipstick. Yeah. That’s it.