Day 259

I visited several places while running errands today, and for some reason the entire world insisted on calling me "Hun". Maybe it was out of pity because I looked disheveled as a result of undone hair and no make up. Maybe I appear to be someone who enjoys when strangers displace affectionate nicknames on me. Or maybe, they all assumed that's what my parents named me. I mean, I obviously look exactly like Jessica Alba in the role of a dance teacher/choreographer for urban kids and Missy Elliot circa 2003. (Imagine their embarrassment when they verified my ID.)

Regardless, I'm sorry random store employees - Do I know you? I can assure you, we are not related in any way, and your condescending use of the word "hun" does not make me like you...  It actually makes me think I should have put a little more effort into getting ready before I left the house. It also makes me want to say something along the lines of, "Thanks punkin' butt" as I gather my bag of purchases and head out the door. That'll teach you not to use affectionate pet names with someone you don't even know.