The following story happened a while ago....
At work today a woman from
"Thanks." I said in
return.
"It looks a lot better
than last week." She said in a matter of fact way.
"What?" I was
totally embarrassed because of what she said and how loudly she said it. And of
course this being a Library and Libraries are nice and quiet, like the
visitation room of a funeral home, but without the casket and the weeping
relatives with the bad perfume and the nagging over who got the cheapest
flowers. Anyways, everyone heard it.
"How do mean?" me,
jumbling out my question all red in the face. My brain screaming "NOW WHY
DON'T PEOPLE TELL ME THIS BEFOREHAND!!??"
The Slovakian woman whose
name is Monika, continued. "It looked terrible like this movie I saw last
week from back in the thirties." She ran her fingers in front of her
forehead in an archfashion. "It was Whoop, Whoop. The front of your hair
was like that. All wavey. Ah! It looked terrible. It looks much better short
like you have it now."
As she explained to me why
she hated my past hairstyle and liked the new one. All I could think of
was,"Hmmm she sounds alot like Dexter from Dexter's Laboratory." but
then also I kept thinking about, just exactly how long did I look this crappy,
and why didn't anyone else tell me about it.
So she comes back up and
tells more about how this city we live in is a Baptist nest of snakes, and that
she really likes my hair now. Now I feel so crappy about a day last week, that
I want to just get under my desk and stay there.
I let her have her internet
copies for free since she was honest. And lost of times, honesty hurts worse
than anything.
Honesty is like a good sucker
punch in the sparring session called life. It's good to get the wind knocked
out of you when you don't see it coming.
I am all about humbling.
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