theonetheonlydc

So when I were a hat I always have a slight title to it. No, not like flat brimmed and at a 45 degree angle like all that hiphop jazz, but its always slightly to the right. So Im at the mall and this old lady , dress in a BRIGHT PINK jump suit, come up to me and just stops me and straightens my hat. Of course, im like Umm... Thanks I guess. She goes to me, "now go have fun at your punk rock show.. oh, and you would be adorable if you just cut your hair". So confused about what just happened in the last 10 seconds I just nod my head. So then she digs into her purse and pulls out a picture of her grand daughter and trys to tell me all about her 15 year old grand daughter. I listen being polite, then she ask how old I am. So I say 22, cause I am, hoping she will leave me alone. She just laughs and tells me she doesnt believe im 22, and that I was 18 tops...... I laugh, and tell her I gotta go meet some people, but she gives me her granddaughters cell number before I leave... It was REALLY REALLY weird. Like super peanut butter pancake weird. The sad part is that FYI didnt have the Thrice CD I needed cause I scratched the hell out of my old one.

So a couple of things were reassured to me by this journey.

1. Old people love me, and I dont know why.
2. I look like im way younger than I am.
3. Im far to nice to people even when weirded out.

And yes this is a true story...