LiveJournal Entry: The Fifteenth
It might be time for a haircut:
I was standing by the copier/printer just now, looking to see if anyone had put my printout in the "unclaimed" pile, when a kindly old security guard down the hall and behind me said, "There's more paper over here, hon."
I turned to him to automatically rattle off my normal, "It's okay, I'm all set," when I registered the entirety of what he said. And as I turned I could hear him start with the "Oh, er, ah, er..." when he caught sight of the beard.
I left the printer/copier nonchalantly, as if nothing were amiss, avoiding eye contact so as not to prolong any awkwardness. :) I think he can now convince himself that I didn't hear him call me "Hon."
I do often get called things that sound a lot like "Honey" to the people around me, but this particular guard didn't know me from Adam so I'm fairly sure he misjudged.
It brings up a good point; I do need to get a haircut before Arisia. And perhaps stop wearing my 3-inch heels when I go to pick up printouts.