I taught a class yesterday morning, like I always do on Saturday mornings, and then headed into Fleet Feet Raleigh to moonlight for the weekend (which I love doing btws).
I ran after class, so I was smelling extra ripe, so I decided to jump in the shower after class to spare my coworkers the pain and suffering of having to smell me for 5 or 6 hours.
This is all to say, I wasn’t looking particularly fine on Saturday afternoon.
Midway through the afternoon, I headed to the mecca for health-conscious 20-somethings, moms with tattoos, and people who smell like patchouli.
Duh.
And I was ordering my pizza sandwich, the sandwich that I eat when I’m feeling like pizza but when I know I don’t need it, when this short sorta frumpy guy sidled up to me.
“Just cause you pretty doesn’t mean you can hold up the line.”
[Polite laughter]
“So what do you order?”
I told him with a polite smile glued to my face.
“So what are you, some type of vegan or something?”
And then his creepy friend rolled up and smiled in a creepy fashion.
“Are you a student athlete?” [He looked my body up and down.]
And the conversation went like this, me politely laughing and trying to ignore Dumb and Dumber whilst they looked my body up and down, a body that, I might add, was barely showered and not looking its best.
I can not express to you how painful it was to get looked up and down while I just tried to order my sandwich. Seriously. Can anyone else empathize with me? Can I shop in peace?