Maybe it's a defense mechanism -- that cold stare into nothing which is somehow watching you at the same time -- the I-don't-want-to-get-raped-look. These are the administrative assistant women who work on my floor. The ones who are at least kind of attractive are nice and so are the very attractive ones. It's the NVAs, not very attractive's. They never talk to me. They talk to the gay people, but not me. Whatever. I don't want to talk to NVA's anyway. But I just get this feeling that they think I want to talk to them. Or rape them if there weren't security cameras everywhere. I can hear them thinking, "Oh, god, please don't let him talk to me." Really?
Then the other day I was in Qdoba. "Where you here first or was?" some NVA ask me. She was ahead of me on the line -- don't know how she got past my radar but there she was.
"Go ahead," I say. "I'm not in a hurry." I try to cultivate an air of . . . not being in a hurry. So she does.
Then she starts ordering all fucked up. These poor Hispanic kids behind the counter can't keep up with her stream of consciousness ordering and calling everything the wrong name. They're trying to get the order right but she keeps talking. I'd have been confused. At one point she says, "Would it be easier to just make one at a time?" She was ordering two burritos. She's being a bitch. No benefit of the doubt. The manager is there and he gets everything running and apologizes. The gal says to the cashier, "Is so inefficient here." The cashier says, "I know." I was a little surprised, that she went against her coworkers, but whatever; it's just fast food. As she's paying I'm just about to say, "Lady, you're nowhere near hot enough to be acting like this." I don't. Always better to keep your mouth shut.
So some women, who aren't that attractive, but think they are act like bitches. Regardless of how attractive I am or am not, I keep my mouth shut. I just post it on a blog.
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