Please don't hold back

As I start this blog, the first outrageous memory that comes to this saturated mind, is one of about a year ago. Imagine the opinions, hostility, excitement, and hope circling around the Presidential election.

For the sake and sanity of the retail company I work for, so HR doesn't track me down, let's call my current employer Ruckles. Please don't ask or inquire of my odd choice of name. It was the first word that came to mind.

I was dancing around the store like an Olympian ice skater, when I noticed an elderly woman waiting at the cash wrap. Cash wrap is the delightful word referring to the cha-ching register area. As I positioned myself across from her, I adjusted my Gucci, grey and black tortoise shell glasses on my obviously Asian bulbous nose.

She began to grumble about her merchandise and how she oh so desperately had to return the "dreadful" sweater. Mind you, she washed it, wore it, and then decided it looked "dreadful." She proceeded to voluntarily grumble and moan about Sarah Palin from Alaska. She ranted about how Palin was a sorry excuse for a woman, and how she was as dumb as a doornail.

I was raised in Kenai, Alaska from the time I was five years old to nineteen. I get stupid excited when someone speaks of my home state. So, I gleefully chimed in that I was from Alaska, and I continued to ask her if she had ever had the opportunity of visiting the majestic area.

Bad move. By correlating my relationship to Alaska, I invited a Crucifixion.

"No wonder, you are an idiot too! You look just like her! Glasses! Alaska! Idiots! Stupid women! No wonder, and finish my return! Humph! You look just like her with your glasses!"

Yeah okay nutty lady that forgot her prescription dosage. Just because you didn't read your pill box right, doesn't mean you get to be.....blind!

I am Asian. Palin is White. I am olive skinned. Palin is White. I am thirty. Palin is not. My hair is black and curly. Palin's is brown and straight. My glasses are Gucci. Palin's glasses are not. In case you missed it, I AM ASIAN! PALIN IS WHITE!

Sweet lady. What a peach. I finished her return, she grumbled out, and I was left with a juicy story to share for many, many moons.