Minding my own business, hanging out at my boyfriend's house when the doorbell rings.
*ding dong!*
I open the door. A plump young redhead stands there with a daft smile.
"Hi! I'm earning personality points!"
WTF?
She's selling magazines. She makes a dumb blonde comment about herself (hello NOT blonde, dumbass!!!), then says, "Whoops! Guess I just blew a sale!"
me: "Yeah. Ya did, sweetheart."
her: "So what do you do for a living?"
me: "I'm a college professor, a newspaper reporter and an entertainment director, all of which require a wicked, bad-assed brain. Or do you need me to talk slower?"
her: "but...but.."
me: "buh-bye."
Jeebus Cripes....Stereotype, much?
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