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“I worked in an office supply store over a decade ago as a cashier. I’m a redhead, so I’d often get comments on my hair color, asking if it was natural (yes, and it really is that long, too), or compliments and things like that. It was always a little small talk that lasted the duration of the transaction, so it didn’t bother me any. One day, however, this wild-looking old man came through the line and stared at me for a full five seconds before setting down his items. He said my hair was lovely. I thanked him, scanned his items, and was about to read him his total when he asked if he could recite a poem.”
“I was surprised and just was all, ‘uhhh…sure?’ This guy proceeded to launch into a multi-stanza ‘poem’ about redheads and how we’re so rare and magical. The worst part was that there weren’t any other customers around, and I was the only one up front (it was a small store), so I had to stand there and listen with my strained customer service face on. Weirdly enough, after he finished, he just paid for his stuff and left. Maybe he just had to get it out of his system 🫠”
—RS, 37, Florida
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