Same old.

Today at the grocery store I had a strange conversation with the checker.

Me = Me
My head = What I'm thinking
The lady = The checker lady

(I approach the checkout with cookie dough (my lunch) in hand)
The lady: Girls must not like you.
My head: Oh crap, she knows, how does she know. Do I really look that desperate for friends, how can she tell that?
The lady: You must not have any girlfriends.
My head: Hmmm, does she think I'm a boy, I wonder, this is portland, I think I think I look like a girl, I am wearing a weird vest. I havent been mistaken for a boy in years, what a weird lady.
The lady: Girls must hate you.
My head: Really, they hate me, what the fuck why does this lady think I'm such an unlikeable boy who girls cant stand! wtf!
The lady: You have the most perfect hair. I bet no one wants to be friends with you cause they are so jealous, and I bet you hate it don't you.
Me: uh no its okay.

The End.