The Golden Rule
(I have had platinum blonde hair for all of my childhood and right into my mid-late 20s. In this story, I am sixteen and my friend is fourteen. We are travelling to school on the bus one morning.)
Friend: *randomly* “You know, your hair isn’t blonde. It’s too pale.”
Me: “Okay, if you say so. What colour is it, then?”
Friend: “I don’t know, but it isn’t blonde.”
Me: “Well, if it isn’t blonde, what is it? Is it black?”
Friend: “No.”
Me: “Is it red?
Friend: “No.”
Me: “Is it brunette?”
Friend: “No.”
Me: “Are you saying you think my hair is white?”
Friend: “No, it’s not that pale.”
Me: “So, it must be blonde.”
Friend: “No! I told you! It’s too pale!”
Me: “Soooo, what colour is it, then?”
Friend: “I. Don’t. Know. It’s just too pale to be blonde.”
Me: *smirking* “Okay, whatever.”
(I didn’t bother arguing with her anymore since I was familiar with her intransigent nature. However, being only a mere teenager, I did have a giggle with mutual friends about her claim later on.)
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?