things one should probably not say around the office
While I'm waiting to gather up the motivation to continue writing about the marathon weekend of Aug 14-16, I'll post a mini-update.
Things one probably ought not say around the office:
A lady came in to ask for service. We know what department she's with, but she didn't offer her name and we didn't ask. (We didn't really need to know since she was asking for a last-minute one-off service.) Upon her departure, ROG wondered:
ROG: Did you recognize her?
Me: No.
ROG: She looked kinda familiar...
Me: To me, she had a look that just kind of screamed, "I am the archetypal white woman."
It's weird, but when confronted with a certain type of person (a certain WASPy country-clubbish type with a manner I can't describe but who is presumed to be a bit snooty), my recognition centers kind of shut down and all I can see is White Woman.
I imagine if I had to give a witness statement related to a crime committed by such a person, my description to the police officers might be "She had shoulder-length brownish-blonde hair, and a sweater tied across her shoulders, and she was like really really white."
This is the one aspect of preppy fashion I could never master. Maybe I'm still feeling the after-effects of my failure in this regard.
Things one probably ought not say around the office:
A lady came in to ask for service. We know what department she's with, but she didn't offer her name and we didn't ask. (We didn't really need to know since she was asking for a last-minute one-off service.) Upon her departure, ROG wondered:
ROG: Did you recognize her?
Me: No.
ROG: She looked kinda familiar...
Me: To me, she had a look that just kind of screamed, "I am the archetypal white woman."
It's weird, but when confronted with a certain type of person (a certain WASPy country-clubbish type with a manner I can't describe but who is presumed to be a bit snooty), my recognition centers kind of shut down and all I can see is White Woman.
I imagine if I had to give a witness statement related to a crime committed by such a person, my description to the police officers might be "She had shoulder-length brownish-blonde hair, and a sweater tied across her shoulders, and she was like really really white."
This is the one aspect of preppy fashion I could never master. Maybe I'm still feeling the after-effects of my failure in this regard.