I have a minor deformation of my jaw. Although it sticks out to me like a huge sign every time I see a mirror or picture, in reality, it’s a very, very minor thing. Consequences are purely cosmetic. There are people living with much worse deformations that cause them real health dangers and even pain. I’ve just got a slightly prominent chin. Mostly, I pretend it’s not even there.
I’m at work, about a half-hour before I clock out, and it’s been a pretty decent day all in all. Then, along comes a rude couple.
The husband is a typical business jerk: he thinks he shouldn’t have to wait in line, demands attention immediately, thinks his job is the most important and can’t wait, etc.
But it is his wife that gets to me.
Entitled Wife: “Well, why don’t you sell this resume paper in five-sheet packs? We only need five sheets! We don’t need fifty! You should sell five-sheet packs; that’s what we need!”
After her husband walks off to get something, she sidles over to me, and in a hushed voice, she says:
Entitled Wife: “May I ask you a question?”
Me: “Okay?”
Entitled Wife: *Moves up closer* “Well… I say this, you see, because my husband is a doctor, and my son was born with the same…” *does a sort of weird grimace and gestures to her chin* “…condition as you, and I was wondering, have you seen a specialist about it?”
I give her a “WTF?!” expression, and I respond after a moment of stunned silence.
Me: “Yes?”
I mean an orthodontist, who admittedly probably did quite a bit to tone down my deformation with some clever teeth-moving. I’ve never seen a plastic surgeon because of a lack of money.
Entitled Wife: *Peering at me over her glasses* “And…?”
Me: *Stammering* “And… and I’m fine?”
Honestly, I am getting angry now that the shock is over.
Entitled Wife: “Oh… Okay. You’re sure?”
Me: *Disgusted half-laughter of WTF-ness* “Yes. I’m sure.”
Entitled Wife: *Sympathetic gaze* “Because you know, some people with this condition aren’t aware. It might seem rough, but there is a solution for these problems.”
Me: *Through my teeth* “I’m fine. Really.”
Entitled Wife: *With a brittle smile* “Well… okay.”
And she drifts away.
Lady, what the f*** is wrong with you?! It’s bad enough to go up to a total stranger and ask if they’ve bothered to see a professional about their ugly face, but to then follow up with wanting to know what the doctor said?! That’s none of your business! And her fake-motherly-concern nonsense just made me angrier. Don’t go trying to pretend like your cattiness is some kind of concern.
I was seething. Thank the gods I got to go home then. (My poor coworker had to take over helping them.) My boss was practically shaking with rage when she came to see if I was okay and told me not to let them get to me.
My coworker hugged me and shouted, “YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL!” loud enough for the woman to definitely hear.