“I Betcha She Doesn’t Like Her Hair…” (Really?)
Ok, I’m riding on fumes when I get off work today so I stop at a gas station. I’m at the window paying for my gas when I see a man and a women walking in together and get in line behind me. I tell the cashier that I want $10 on pump two and as I’m waiting for him to ring me up and give me my change, I hear the guy behind me say,
“You like that,” to the lady.
Now I kinda assume they’re talking about my hair but most of my attention is still really focused on me getting my change back. Then I hear the lady say “Mmmm hmmm…I doo.” Heheheh…she’s practically drooling…
The guy then says, “You like that huh?”
“Yeah, I really do, it’s nice and all natural.”
At this point I’ve got my change, and I’m turning around just as the guy is saying, “I bet she doesn’t like it.”
Now I’m facing them, and he says directly to me, “Do you like it?” Now of course I’m certain they’re talking about my hair, but this question is so incredibly asinine that I raise both brows cause I really can’t believe the question he just asked me, so I ask, “Do I like what?”
“Of course I do. I love, love love my hair… I absolutely adore it.” Now I catch a glimpse of his lady friend, and she’s smiling in agreement.
“You do…you like that huh.”
“Of course,” I say. “What would make you ask such a question?” I ask as I walk past him to leave and put gas in my car. Although asked, it’s intended as a rhetorical question cause I don’t really intend to have additiona conversation about my hair since a) he’s ignorant and b) I really don’t care why he would ask such an idiotic question. Plus I’m sure his answer would be as retarded as the question anyway.
Good grief. If that lady is his girlfriend or even his wife, should she ever decide to go natural, I’m sure she’ll have her hands full trying to deal with that fool.