Sadly, They Tell You To Your Face

(I have what I like to call “resting b**** face.” My resting face naturally just makes me look angry, whether I’m sad or happy or even actually mad. I tend to get odd comments while I’m at work — at a movie theater — whether it’s from coworkers or customers. I am ripping tickets and an older gentleman approaches.)

Me: “Thank you, sir. Theater three is going to be on your left.”

Customer #1: “Oh, thank you, sweetheart.”

(He starts walking to his theater, but then stops directly next to me.)

Customer #1: “You know, honey, you’d be a lot prettier if you smiled.”

Me: *forces a smile* “Enjoy your movie, sir.”

(A customer is walking towards my register while I’m working concessions one night. I give them a little smile and return to my resting face when they come up.)

Customer #2: “Wow, you do not look happy to be here!”

Me: “I’m sorry, it’s just my face, ma’am. What can I get for you?”

Customer #2: “I mean, really. You really should smile more. It’s unnerving.”

Me: *screaming internally*

(I’m in the break room, while on my break — of course — and a coworker walks in so they can clock off of their shift as I’m getting up to get a drink.)

Coworker: “Oh, [My Name], are you okay?”

Me: “Yeah, why?”

Coworker: “I don’t know; you just look mad. Like someone said something really irritating to you or something.”

Me: “Nope, just my face.”

Coworker: “Are you sure? ‘Cause you just look really mad right now.”

Me: “I’m fine, really.”

(I give them a reassuring smile, since I know that sometimes helps.)

Coworker: “If you say so… But like, let me know if anyone else pisses you off. I’ll fight them for you.”

Me: *fighting the urge to actually scream externally*