Tuesday, September 06, 2005

Influx of Insults

Scene One

So on Sunday when we were out picking up the movies for the party, I got a nice little jab to my ego at the checkout counter.

Cashier: Credit? Can I see your ID?

[Jason flashes the ID]

Cashier: [looks up at Jason, gives him the eye] Uh. Okay. [Goes back to typing] That doesn't really look like you.

Jason: ....?

Cashier: I mean, don't take this offensively, but it looks like someone much younger.

Jason: [dies]

Cashier: No! I just mean....like...the facial hair. Yeah. Totally.

Frank: [explodes from the combined total of the irony of the situation and his no-commenting]

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Sigh. It's just not fair. It wasn't even my birthday! Frank is the old one! Do these people even know what kind of funk a comment like that can throw a homosexual into? A pit of despair out of which there is no escape.

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Scene Two

[Today at work. Jason is washing his hands at the sink in the bathroom. Guy he knows walks over to the other sink, also starts washing.]

Guy I Know: Hey.

Jason: Hey.

GIK: Have a nice weekend?

Jason: Oh, you know, pretty good. You?


GIK: [finishes washing, turns to grab a paper towel, turning in Jason's direction] Oh yeah, good stu...[catches sight of Jason] Oh! So, wow. Your hair.

Jason: [The fuck?] Hmm?

GIK: I...uh...no. It's just, your hair has sort of reached...crisis proportions, hasn't it? [upon Jason's look of bewilderment] Or, you know, maybe that's what you're going for? I gotta go. [Runs off]

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I....what? I will give him huge props because he accidentally quoted one of my favorite lines from Daria, but the fact remains. He called my hair a crisis. Okay, maybe it's a little long on top. And maybe it's pointing straight up in the front. And maybe it adds 3.5 inches to my height at its apex. Still. Crisis proportions? Really?

In conclusion, this is why I don't talk to people.

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