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Walking
I like to take walks at this time of day (6am). I took one this morning after an oddly timed nap (less than half a brownie was WAY too much, apparently). There weren't many people around except random dog walkers. I chatted with one this morning, nice guy. Nobody I'd talked to before. Then this happened:
*chat, chat, chat*
They: "Are you married?"
Me: Yes
They: "How long?"
Me: *tells him*
They: "You guys have kids?"
Me: Nope, just some cats.
They: "That's good."
Me: ... I'm sorry?
They: "I don't wanna talk out of turn, but you shouldn't be having babies with a guy who's...like that."
Me: Like what?
They: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's none of my business. You have a good day now." *walks away with dog*
Me: *thinking* WTF, seriously? If I knew the guy or knew he knew who H was, I'd assume he was racist. But I didn't know what the hell to think.
I came home and was pretty pissed off. I went into the bathroom to splash some water on me, and see that while I was napping, my recently touched up blue hair left a bit of a smear on my cheek and to the left of my eye. In low light, it looked like someone beat the crap out of my face.
So in reality, my neighbor was trying to be a nice guy. In retrospect, it would not have been ridiculous for him to have reacted even more strongly. I want to correct this impression of my wonderful husband, but I didn't even ask the guy his name--so I have no idea who he is. He's the guy with some kind of doberman mix on the other side of the complex.
Sorry, neighborman. You're alright by me!
I promise, NOBODY smacks me around.
*chat, chat, chat*
They: "Are you married?"
Me: Yes
They: "How long?"
Me: *tells him*
They: "You guys have kids?"
Me: Nope, just some cats.
They: "That's good."
Me: ... I'm sorry?
They: "I don't wanna talk out of turn, but you shouldn't be having babies with a guy who's...like that."
Me: Like what?
They: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's none of my business. You have a good day now." *walks away with dog*
Me: *thinking* WTF, seriously? If I knew the guy or knew he knew who H was, I'd assume he was racist. But I didn't know what the hell to think.
I came home and was pretty pissed off. I went into the bathroom to splash some water on me, and see that while I was napping, my recently touched up blue hair left a bit of a smear on my cheek and to the left of my eye. In low light, it looked like someone beat the crap out of my face.
So in reality, my neighbor was trying to be a nice guy. In retrospect, it would not have been ridiculous for him to have reacted even more strongly. I want to correct this impression of my wonderful husband, but I didn't even ask the guy his name--so I have no idea who he is. He's the guy with some kind of doberman mix on the other side of the complex.
Sorry, neighborman. You're alright by me!
I promise, NOBODY smacks me around.