So yesterday I had a mole removed over my right temple. Today I've got a band-aid covering the stitches. It honestly just looks like maybe I scratched myself or something and stuck a bandaid over it. No bruising or swelling, just a bandaid on the side of my face.
DD: "Dr." Dumbass
Me:
DD: (Rings bakery bell for assistance. Upon seeing me approach to help he yells) What happened to your face!?
Me: Huh? Oh. Oh it's nothing serious, but thank you for your concern. How can I help you?
DD: What happened to your face?!
Me: Like I said, it's nothing serious. I'm fine. Thank you. How can I help you?
DD: Help me by telling me what happened to your face!
Me: (Thinking
it's just a band-aid.) Sir, my face is fine. Do you need help with the bakery?
DD: I demand that you tell me what happened to your face.
Me: Sir, no offense but it's really not your business. Can I help you with anything in the bakery?
DD: Look young lady, you've got an injury of some sort on your TEMPLE! You can't just stick a BAND-AID on it! You could have BRAIN damage!
Me: Sir, please stop asking about my face. It's not relevant to my job or any service I could provide you with.
DD: You need to see a doctor! I watch that House show a lot, so let me look at it. You could have BRAIN damage! (Reaches toward my head)
Me: (Stepping away) Sir, I'm only going to say this one more time. Stop asking about my face. If you mention it again I will turn around and leave and I will not assist you. If you follow me, I will call my manager and have him escort you from the store.
DD: Well FINE then! When you find out that you have BRAIN damage, don't come crying to ME! You're a very selfish girl, you know that?
He pouts for a moment, then walks away.
So...
DD: "Dr." Dumbass
Me:

DD: (Rings bakery bell for assistance. Upon seeing me approach to help he yells) What happened to your face!?
Me: Huh? Oh. Oh it's nothing serious, but thank you for your concern. How can I help you?
DD: What happened to your face?!
Me: Like I said, it's nothing serious. I'm fine. Thank you. How can I help you?
DD: Help me by telling me what happened to your face!
Me: (Thinking

DD: I demand that you tell me what happened to your face.
Me: Sir, no offense but it's really not your business. Can I help you with anything in the bakery?
DD: Look young lady, you've got an injury of some sort on your TEMPLE! You can't just stick a BAND-AID on it! You could have BRAIN damage!
Me: Sir, please stop asking about my face. It's not relevant to my job or any service I could provide you with.
DD: You need to see a doctor! I watch that House show a lot, so let me look at it. You could have BRAIN damage! (Reaches toward my head)
Me: (Stepping away) Sir, I'm only going to say this one more time. Stop asking about my face. If you mention it again I will turn around and leave and I will not assist you. If you follow me, I will call my manager and have him escort you from the store.
DD: Well FINE then! When you find out that you have BRAIN damage, don't come crying to ME! You're a very selfish girl, you know that?
He pouts for a moment, then walks away.
So...


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