LP and I went searching today for a blouse she can wear as part of a costume.
And so it was that I found myself standing outside the locked dressing room at the Goodwill.
Soon a well-dressed woman approached me and asked, “Do you work here?”
I was wearing a coat, carrying my pocketbook and checking Twitter on my iPhone.
“No, I do not work here.”
But I must admit I came home wondering how she thought it might even be possible. Does my newly-longer hair look tacky or something?
Really, why would you ask a person dressed in outdoor gear such a question? Why?
This incident and my response to it fall clearly into the FAIL category for Making Less of My Own Drama. What’s setting you on edge today? And do I need a new hairdresser?