Monday, September 28, 2009

Breakfast Pizza

I went to our little country store this morning to get some breakfast-to-go. I was glad that there wasn't a crowd there since I went without make up, no bra, nothing but my blue jean purse to distinguish me as female. I had a sleeping pill hangover going too. After the, "Good morning", "That's a damn lie", exchange we had, I get to the counter and tell Robert (owner) I felt like I was somewhere between hell and a hard place. He looks at me and says, "You look like shit", and then breaks out in nearly a tearful laughter. Now, most girls would be offended, but I've known Robert for about 10 years, and I knew he was playin' me. I did look like shit, and he knew I knew I looked like shit. There was no mean intention. We both laughed. As I left the store, a man held the door open for me and gave me a "Good morning" with a big smile, quenching my need to be seen as female.

This has been a 5 minute stop in my morning. Nothing special.

And "Good Morning" to you too!



chrissie said...

Sometimes it doesn't take much, honey...



Calie said...

Steph, I have seen least once a day.

Now hear this: You don't look like shit.

Calie xxx