I like me.

[lubrique]

Ive always been a big believer in not judging a book by its cover. If a handsome guy with a five hundred dollar haircut and an Armani suit is being an asshole, that what he is...an asshole. Just because he looks well presented doesn't exactly mean he's a stand up guy. Now Im going to have to stop myself from going off on a tangent and stick to the subject of todays rant. That being, the service I get from store attendants. For instance, I am now officially a regular at my local Starbucks. Each morning I don my pea coat and scarf and stroll over for my morning pick me up of tall Black. The girls behind the counter all seem to know and like me. They know what Im going to order and quite often its on the house. However, theres on bird that works there who looks at me like I just stole her purse or squeezed her Grandmothers boob. She always short-pours me too! I dont know her nor have I ever done anything to her (or her Grandmothers boob) and cant understand why she seems to dislike me so. On the other side of town we've got Hollywood video. Im pretty good friends with the manager who is a really cool chick (along with everyone else that works there) except for one uptight little bird who gives me a similar 'violated Grandmother' look. One time a Blue Ray I'd hired didnt work so I asked for a store credit and holy shit, I think this chick filled her pants with silent rage. She begrudgingly gave me a store credit. It came with a withering stare that would have made Coffee nervous! So I hired a smutty movie just to rub her the wrong way even more. Ha-ha-ha-ha!
Are these people judging me by my appearance? Im always friendly and greet them with a warm smile. I try to avoid using the word G'day because that can spread like disease and cause all sorts of untold grief when used in a crowd of Americans but Im friendly nonetheless. Oh well, I guess I'll have to put it down to some birds being perpetually menstrual or just plain biachy.