So, I’m at the gas station waiting in line to pay $20 to not fill up my tank when this dude with dreads says to me in a laughing tone, “Why are you so serious?”. My response, “Life is serious.” also with a laugh. He proceeds to say more dumb shit that included “Life is not serious…”. Really? Since when? He doesn’t know me and I don’t know him, but I knew when I walked in the door and stood in line behind him that he was gonna say something to me and that was the best he had to offer. Why not a simple hello or how are you doing? Nah, he has to make a statement that implies the way I look is wrong.
He has no idea what kind of day I’ve had or the troubles I am currently dealing with. Besides, how else am I supposed to look while I wait in line to pay $20 for gas that I payed $10 for the day before and I’m back because my tank is almost on E again. Am I supposed to have a shit eating grin on my face or maybe when I came in the door I was supposed to give him eye contact then start a conversation with him first? I bet that’s what he’s used to. I’m not like other women, sorry.
Also, I had a full face of makeup, no earrings, a tank top, feet in pajama bottoms, and my winter coat on because I had just got home shortly before and when I’m home I like to be comfortable, so I was in what I was wearing to bed. I only came back out because I suddenly needed to go to my moms house to pick up something and she promised to give me the much needed gas money.
This reminds me of another dude, also with dreads (have dreads become an extra ball sac now?), who said to me as I was leaving a business, “You need to wear a different hat.” I just kept on walking because I thought maybe he said he liked my hat and I misheard him, but I do belive he said what I think he said. Wow! What nerve. Granted I had been to this establishment on a daily basis to use their computer to get work done and I slapped on the same hat everyday because I didn’t feel like getting cute, but why are you watching me so close. Do you like what you see under this hat? If so, insulting me is not the answer, my brotha. Approach me with a dope ass new hat and we might be able to talk!
I was going to turn around and tell him that he needs to mind his own damn business, but walking away works wonders on his type. Being ignored sucks when you use words ignorantly to get attention. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.
Anyway…fellas: The next time you see a woman looking what you call “serious”, remember that shit is serious out here and a simple hello beats out stupid ass Jokeresque statements any day. Do something unexpected, dumbass.