Feb 17, 2006 17:22
I've got a bit of a sore throat. Boo.
My little sister is coming into town this weekend with one of the clubs she's in at her school. Junior Senators or something like that. Basically they debate and create policy and laws on certain issues (as if they were congress people.) I don't know how much I'll actually see her, but I am kind of excited to have her here for a moment.
I don't have to work on Monday! Woo-hoo! I'm so excited. I just can't hide it.
The fine-ass bus driver called me beautiful yesterday, LOL. (I realize that mere mention of this makes me a huge dork, but I'm willing to accept that title. I'll take the meaningless compliments where I can get them, lol.) I think it was only because I was having a little bit of a delayed reaction to my almost accident earlier. I was ok earlier in the day, but in the evening I just kind of crumpled. It hit me how serious the situation was and it kinda freaked me out. So, I was on the bus looking rough, trying not to have a breakdown, and I think he just felt sorry for me, cause I obviously looked pained and I have definitely had at least one crying episode on the bus with him previously. It was pretty "what I say to everyone who looks like they've seen better days."
Me to the Fine-ass bus driver: Thank you!
Fine-ass bus driver to me: Alright, beautiful, you have a good night.
Me: (off the bus walking to my house, slightly warmed by the beautiful comment, but also sniffly, lol)
It's such a small thing, but it really did make me feel a little better. Wish he meant it though. For some folks it's no big deal at all, but it's difficult for me to hear it, and believe it, and believe that the person saying it believes it too. (Although, that's the ideal situation)
It's one of those things though that is on the borderline of being sweet and flattering and irritating depending on who says it. This drunken white man was asking me where the baggage claim was in the airport (cause clearly he was too drunk to pay attention to the big ass signs). I helped him find it, and he seemed to calculating in his mind if it was worth continuing to talk to me, and if there might be any benefit to it. I think my coldness (lol) made the decision for him, but he ended his little yarn by sizing me up, squeezing my arms and going "thanks, beautiful". Hmm. Kinda grimy.
compliments,
beautiful,
fine-ass bus driver