when i went to the bank the other day, a man, presumably the manager was handing out mints and tiny, green plastic piggy keychains. i accepted it even though i am actively in the process of shedding extraneous stuff. i was really after the mint. had a few of those sustain me as lunch back in the day. seem like the good old days now. as i left the bank he sort of leered over the top of his glasses as he said "you have a good one kiddo". now my question is, does this tag signify a lack of respect or is he just a lecherous old man who doesn't know he and i are hovering around the same age?
i take it as a compliment. i walk into the brilliant day with a renewed smile on my face. i reckon that having a youthful appearance further enhanced by my pixie cut doesn't hurt one bit. i find all sorts of people smiling at me. i think it makes me approachable.
the kid at the mac station called me miss, twice, and i'll gladly accept that too. he also seemed to be studying the region slightly south of than my eyes, you know what i mean. but that's ok too. every little bit helps. i don't have me a job but i've gotten a few good strokes. put those in the bank for withdrawal on a really low self esteem day.
it all evens itself out in the end because when i stroll into most boutiques or shops, even with money in my pocket and the active desire to spend, i will be largely ignored, even if it is clear i am looking for something. when i go into the bay it irks me even more because i remember during my brief stint there at yonge and bloor it was mandatory to acknowledge every shopper as they entered your department (presumably under the notion that building this small rapport will let a potential shoplifter know that you are aware of them and watching them). i secretly wish on these occasions that i was a secret shopper, then i snap out of the reverie and seek out a reluctant clerk for help. if i want it, if i don't simply lose my patience and leave.