The oddest thing happened to me the day I left San Diego at lunch. The hubster, myself, and my brothers went to Charlie's Best Bread on the suggestion of my little brother. We arrived at the deli and I walked in to look at the menu. One of the first things I noticed was that the gentleman in front of me had a feather in his hair. Not a thin feather like the ones I have. No, these were the larger, fluffier feather. It was odd because of two things and here is where I get a little stereotypical: He did not look like he should be wearing one - he honestly looked like a Mormon missionary, and secondly, he had short hair. It looked absolutely ridiculous.
It turns out he was a feather salesman and tried to sell them to me. I already had feathers, duh! I kept saying no thank you and that I think I was too old for it. Basically, giving the shortest responses possible while trying to read the menu. He finally got the hint and went away. I can understand wearing the product that you're promoting, but a line must be drawn. If he were a woman with longish hair, then ok. My hair stylist has 3 or 4 in her hair, but she works in a hair salon and does the application herself. He looked so stupid. I wonder who told him it would be a good idea.
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