True story: There is a tall, beautiful blond at the coffee shop where I frequent. The first day I walked in I thought, give me a break (I’m tall and blond, but she’s taller and blonder). She’s so tall her cleavage was eye level and she was so loud you could hear her across the room and she was tossing her hair around, flirting with all of the male customers (who were eating it up). I thought, what a sterotypical dumb blond!
When it was my turn, I tersely delivered my order. In response she smiled, told me how she loved vanilla lattes and asked me how my day was going. She managed to keep the conversation going, acting like I was the most important customer in the room and eventually, she won me over. I walked away from her smiling, knowing she had more advantages in life than I ever will.
It’s been over a year since then, she knows all about my life and tells everyone how I do tri-ath-a-lons and acts like I lead this exciting, adventurous life that she could never lead.
Sometimes I see other women interact with her, they are mean to her, glare at her, and act terse and bitchy. I regret my initial reaction to her and feel ashamed that I misjudged her, like so many other women before me, and she knew it.
I recently found out that a customer called her boss to complain about her cleavage, she was pretty embarrassed by the attention (no there will not be pics). So I just hand delivered a letter to her boss, complimenting her good customer service and professionalism.
Why am I bringing this up?
There has been a lot of negativity on this forum, people calling eachother posers, idiots, and punks… it’s been hard to watch all of it. I think what you folks need to realize is that while you’re out there slinging mud, there’s someone else out there rising above it.
I guess this is just a tall blond reminder: if you don’t have something nice to say…
