Never Test My Patience Sweetie, I’m High Maintenance
Apr 06
Since I was feeling lazy wanted to get out of the house and be productive, I put my arduous list of tasks together that consisted of getting conditioner and a starbucks… off I went.
Um yeah… when getting conditioner… the check out lady made small talk then as she scans goes “Wow! What is this?” I’m like “Uh, conditioner” thinking to myself is that what she wanted to know because the bottle actually says it’s conditioner. She goes “Well that’s pretty expensive” and I was like “Well, I’m…” then it happened… I heard my inner voice yell STOP! NOT another word… and time stops in my head for that split second.
Have you ever had one of those crossroads moments? A life altering decision of – which path am I gonna go down? Well this wasn’t like that at all, but she did make me tongue tied which is very hard to do… mostly. What I was about to say was true, however, under the circumstances would of given me the is she being serious looks/thoughts from all those in earshot.
I was actually standing there about to say… “Well, I’m just a little high maintenance” but realizing in that very moment I was there because I ran out of conditioner 2 days prior (not to mention hadn’t showered since then) threw my hair up in a quick I don’t care what it looks like pony, with not one stitch of make-up on and literally just rolled out of bed and threw on whatever I could find. I didn’t even take notice that I looked gross from not showering, had on my old college sweatshirt, jeans, cute peak-a-boo sandals and was rockin an awesome peddy.
Needless to say, I did NOT look like anything that resembled high maintenance. Just by uttering those words would’ve raised some eyebrows. Surely I would’ve been the topic of some you’ll never guess what happened today conversations later that day. It’s relatively safe to assume the conversation would not have been about my peddy.
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