i was rude to the cashier at the grocery store and now i feel bad. i didn’t intend to be rude, it just came out much ruder than i had anticipated.
her: my god, do you know that you are really tall?
me: yes, i am acutely aware of it.
then she just gave me this hurt look and i felt like the worst person on earth. then, because i felt so bad, i made lame-ass small talk with the cahsiergirl and when i left i think all was forgiven. i atoned for my rude guilt by putting not one, but two dollars in the salvation army bucket.
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personally, i don’t think you have anything to be guilty about. maybe it’s because i had a very tall friend growing up and i saw the morons who always had to be cute (or stupid) and make some comment about her height.
“do you know you’re tall?” duh.
i probably would have said “no! i am?! geez, when’d that happen?”
oh, wait. i do do that when people comment about my eye.
“your eye…” they say.
“what about it? did something happen to it? oh no! where’s a mirror?!” i reply.
then again, i’m just a smartass bitch. =)
Strangely enough, I never feel guilty when I snap at stupid clerks or whatever who feel the need, after carding me, to exclaim about how young I look.
my (short) friend stu and i have a running joke. i say, “stu, you’re short” and he bursts into hysterical laughter.
people who point out the obvious deserve rude, weird or obvious answers in return.
cashier: my god, do you know you are really tall?
you: my god, do you know that you’re ass ugly?
Okay, perhaps that wouldn’t have been the *best* response, but it would have made you feel good. And then you probably should have given the Salvation Army bucket $3.