For the record, to even partially explain these, I have a weird incredibly rare orthopedic condition that has caused me to be all of 4'2". Technically it's a form of dwarfism, but my proportions are sort of the opposite of what you probably think of when you hear "dwarf" or *gag* "little person", I have longer arms and legs and a really short torso. Thanks, scoliosis! Anyway, I definitely look different, though not all that much so, really. This was last week.
Weird guy #1:
I'm wandering, bored, through girlswear. An older guy on a scooter comes up next to me and says, "Excuse me."
"Yes, sir? Do you need some help?"
"Do you have arthritis?"
Huh???? "Um...no, not yet, anyway." (Chances are damn good that I will kinda young, but so far, so good.)
"Okay."
And he zips off, as fast as you can zip on the crappy store scooter. I still have no idea why he asked me that. And if he wanted to ask why I'm so damn short, I wish he'd just asked.
Weird guy #2:
I'm at the fitting room covering for the operator's break. A guy, who obviously has some sort of mobility impairment since he's got a cane, comes over. I remembered seeing him a few minutes ago and figured he had a question.
"Are you married?" was the question.
"Um...no." (Oh no, oh no, please please please go away...I'm not interested...)
"There's a web site for little people, it's *I forget the address but I've heard of it*, do you know about it?" (It's a dating site)
"Yes, I've heard of it. I've got a boyfriend, though."
"I just thought you might want to know." (Ooooooookay.)
"Okay...thanks. Yes, I know about it."
And he leaves. I think he was honestly trying to be helpful. But, dude, it was still weird! I thought he was going to hit on me when he asked if I was married. I don't mind being told I'm pretty, but I don't accept dates with strange guys at work, for some reason. Even if I were available, I wouldn't!
Weird guy #1:
I'm wandering, bored, through girlswear. An older guy on a scooter comes up next to me and says, "Excuse me."
"Yes, sir? Do you need some help?"
"Do you have arthritis?"
Huh???? "Um...no, not yet, anyway." (Chances are damn good that I will kinda young, but so far, so good.)
"Okay."
And he zips off, as fast as you can zip on the crappy store scooter. I still have no idea why he asked me that. And if he wanted to ask why I'm so damn short, I wish he'd just asked.
Weird guy #2:
I'm at the fitting room covering for the operator's break. A guy, who obviously has some sort of mobility impairment since he's got a cane, comes over. I remembered seeing him a few minutes ago and figured he had a question.
"Are you married?" was the question.
"Um...no." (Oh no, oh no, please please please go away...I'm not interested...)
"There's a web site for little people, it's *I forget the address but I've heard of it*, do you know about it?" (It's a dating site)
"Yes, I've heard of it. I've got a boyfriend, though."
"I just thought you might want to know." (Ooooooookay.)
"Okay...thanks. Yes, I know about it."
And he leaves. I think he was honestly trying to be helpful. But, dude, it was still weird! I thought he was going to hit on me when he asked if I was married. I don't mind being told I'm pretty, but I don't accept dates with strange guys at work, for some reason. Even if I were available, I wouldn't!
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