Yesterday, I was talking to a cashier about how I'm allergic to everything except surgical steel (because when I'm nervous, I have no control over my mouth). He pointed to something near my face and asked "and those are...?"
I assumed he was talking about my earrings, so I swept my hair back from in front of my ears and said "surgical steel."
Later, on the bus home, I realized I wasn't wearing earrings. I guess he had been talking about my glasses. I thought I had out them on, and I didn't realize I wasn't wearing them.
I am now grateful that the same scenario didn't happen with my pants instead of my earrings.
No comments:
Post a Comment