Strange Things | Brush It Off

Brush It Off

erratic_prophet | 14 December, 2005 11:20

So today was the day I stopped by at my former salon to pick up the rest of my things. I was determined to go in and be polite. As my mother says, no need to burn bridges, right?

My Dear Albanian Friend (a.k.a., DAF) was in today, so I chatted with her as I picked up my things. She asked about my health and we discussed children's doctors-- as mothers are wont to do-- when we were interrupted by a snippy voice. Or should I say Snippy's voice?

Snippy: "Did you get your stuff?"

Me: "Yeah.. I had a few brushes and clips. I grabbed them."

Snippy: "I need to check your bag."

Me: "Hee! You're serious? Ok. Hee!"

Snippy: "Here's your license."

Me: "Snerk. Ok."

I couldn't conceal my amusement. She was just so outrageously affronted and for no reason at all. What had I done except call out because of bad side effects from surgery and medication? And the more amused I became, the angrier she got. Which amused me even more. What really pissed her off was that DAF and I found no need to cut our conversation short until DAF's client needed her. This made me decide on a course of action:

I'm so bringing her a plate of cookies for the holidays. I want to see how pissed off she gets.