Hair (Not-So) Apparent

| Working | June 7, 2013

(Note: I am a 28-year-old blonde girl.)

Cashier: “Can I help you, missy?”

Me: “Urm, can I get a book on the 1700s?”

Cashier: “Yes, it’s past the stairs. Now, stairs are what an elevator is, but you have to use your legs.”

Me: “I know what they are. Please stop doing that.”

Cashier: “Now, the books are on a shelf, with 18th Century written on it.”

Me: *giving up* “Just show me.”

Cashier: “Right there!”

(He points, but as I leave he mutters…)

Cashier: “…Bimbo.”

(I turn around, furious.)

Me: “Now listen to me, mister! I know I’m blonde but that doesn’t mean I don’t have brains! In fact, I work at [chain of shops] as a manager. I also graduated five years ago with a degree. So, stop being so bigoted and actually show me the books!”

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