The other day when I was leaving the market and going to my car to unload my groceries, a young man said, “How are you, beautiful?”
So many responses shifted in my head…
I’m fucking in a hurry to get my frozen shit home!
I am beautiful, aren’t I?
Who just goes around saying this to people and why is it that only the uglies are the ones to speak up to acknowledge my beauty?
Hey wait! Let me get your number.
Thanks for noticing! Want to help me unpack my groceries?
Instead, all I could muster was a gruntish hmm mmi.