So today, apparently, I was upgraded from a “Damn Yankee” to a “Damn Retarded Yankee.”
This confuses me too, since us yanks are far more educated on average than the average confederate. Or southerner. Or whatever the hell they’re called.
Anyway, after I got off work, I noticed that my nose was full of black heads. One thing anyone who is in my very close inner circle knows is that I’m OCD with my skin care. I don’t wear makeup or sun screen, but I moisturize my face every night and always have the high end lotions and lip balms to make sure my skin always looks fresh. I have a professional waxer for my eyebrows and mustache, and overall, I’m just very OCD with my skin.
Today I noticed I had a lot of black heads and I needed nose strips, because apparently I love to induce pain to get rid of black heads. So on my way home from work, I walked into Walgreens and got what I needed. I stepped in line and I was the third person in line. An elderly black woman was behind me and a tiny little white guy was in front of me. The white guy was buying some cold medicine and was minding his own business. He looked grumpy and mean and ‘murican, so I turned to the woman behind me.
“Beautiful night, isn’t it?” I said to her. She smiled.
“Yes, I love this cold weather.”
Good, someone who shared my likeness for the cold. “Oh I love it. When it’s cold like this, I open all the windows and put a bunch of the blankets on the bed and wrap up like a cocoon.”
The woman was about to respond to my comment, when the guy in front of me practically yelled.
“That’s just retarded. I’m sorry, you’re retarded.”
What the fuck, right?
“Well, I’m a Yankee and I like the cold weather.”
“That makes you a damn retarded Yankee then.”
Dude. What the fuck was this guy’s problem?
“Sir, I lived in Alaska. I don’t deal with the hot weather.”
He continued to talk, which surprised me because I was easily 4 inches taller than him and twice his width. And I am wonder woman.
“That makes you doubly retarded. Why would anyone want to live in the cold?”
See, this is how I feel about the south. Why would anyone want to live in the south?
“Because you’re not sweaty and sticky all the time,” I countered. The super sweet woman behind me nodded in agreement.
“That’s what air conditioning is for. Besides, what activities can you do in cold weather? Nothing, that’s what.”
I was feeling a little frustrated. “There’s a ton to do in the winter. Skiing, Skijoring, dog sledding, ice fishing, snow shoeing—,”
Then he cut me off.
“Find warmth. That’s what you do. Nothing else.”
Then I had it, this guy was probably perverted.
“You can snuggle up to someone for warmth and see what happens,” I said, rather smugly. Probably too smugly.
“Yeah, and you can just turn down the AC so it’s hot outside and cold inside so you can snuggle up.”
“THAT WASTES MONEY AND RESOURCES!” I nearly roared, making a few heads turn.
“It’s better than living somewhere that’s cold where you’ll be eaten by polar bears.” He grumbled something else, but I wasn’t sure what.
“THERE ARE ONLY POLAR BEARS IN THE ARCTIC CIRCLE!”
To which he checked out and repeated I was retarded and that I should have a nice night.
The cashier rang me up and said, “I’m from Nebraska. I prefer snow too.”
So we high fived for the Midwest and I hugged the lady behind me for helping me out with the moron who thinks I’m retarded.
And believe it or not, I didn’t even hyperbolize this story. It’s damn near spot on. Because I’m a magnet for weird fucking encounters.
Have you ever had a random stranger call you retarded? Have you hugged a stranger and had your wallet not stolen? What is the weirdest encounter that you’ve had with a stranger? Tell me in the comments!