this morning at wal-mart, i was innocently standing in the home improvement aisle when a small boy and his dad walked into my ps (personal space). this happens every once in a while, as most children have not yet learned that their breath smells like a rotting kitchen cabinent and so they cozy right on up to your face. the dad, realizing the truth about his son's breath, says to him "hey buddy why don't we let this lady have her space." and then he physically moved his son away. the 5 year old looked up at me, thought through the 150 words in his little pre-k head and said: "Okay dad. oh, she's a worker. She works here."
and just like that, with those 3 little words, my self-esteem plummeted to the ground. not that it's a bad thing to work at wal-mart and in fact i would definetly rock the khaki's and navy shirt combo on a daily basis (no boundaries, nobo) but of all of the jobs this little boy knows, the doctor, the teacher, the banker, heck even the fire fighter -- out of all of those potential careers he said I looked like an aisle-maintence worker at wal-mart. that will bring a grown woman to tears.
it's fine, it is. I learned a long time ago to not let little kids get to me. So I graciously turned around to him and said "and you little boy are what we here at wal-mart call 'a loser'." then i popped in a breath mint, gave him a quarter and told him to call someone who cares.
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