So I had a new experience today,I worked selling SpaLiving sheets. At one point I was talking to a woman and her husband is standing there bent over, saying, "basketball." I'm thinking, "are there supposed to be basketballs here, are you looking for basketballs, are you crazy?"
It eventually all came together: he was trying to see my shoes beneath my long skirt to figure out if I was tall and, was I a basketball player?
At least he didn't offer me a job modeling jewelry.
You know what, I did once get a basketball into a hoop while holding a toddler. I was quiet determined to do it, and felt a great sense of accomplishment afterwards.
That's life,
T.W.
1 comment:
Oh, my goodness. That's ridiculous. Don't listen to all these people. You're the perfect height.
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