I've been organizing my room like a mad man (or woman). I have lovely labeled drawers on the shelf on my art/sewing table. I have organized stack able totes in my closet. Everything is PRISTINE!
I have organized my under the bed rolling totes into 4 categories. Extra blankets/sheets, sex costumes, BDSM gear, and extra pillows. Nothing strange about that, right?
Moving on, I cleaned my car.
I have been stuck in the glove aisle of Menards for 2 weeks because it was so backed up on downstocking and freight that I literally was close to drowning in gloves. Also I hate gloves. People just trash the aisle everyday. Why is it so hard to just put things back where you found them? You grabbed them from there not 30 seconds before, do you not remember and just give up after 2 seconds of looking and throw them on the floor? WTF?
There was this one lady who looked like an Eddie Bauer model who came in to buy some ladies gloves. This is the series of events that transpired between the two of us in the next 5 minutes.
1. She picked a pair out.
2. She pulled them apart letting the tags hit the floor, to try them both on.
3. She looked around for a second, making eye contact with me.
4. Looks a gloves and breifly looks to put them back.
5. Looks at me again and throws them on the floor.
I was like:
6. She then looks at gloves on floor, then back at me, with the most horrible look, indicating that I should pick them up.
The look conveyed every hurtful thing that a member of upper class can say to a member of lower class.. " Because I'm better than you, society wise, you have to pick those up and clean up my mess. You can't say a damn word about because you might get fired. Pick them up, slave."
7. I was appalled and flabbergasted. How the hell could someone treat someone else like that? In that setting no less.
THE NERVE! THE GALL!! THE CHEEK!! GAHHHHHH!!!!!!!
I tried to play it cool, but I couldn't help myself.
As she was walking away and I was all like THIS:
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