I know I am quick to judge people but at least I am acknowledging that characteristic. Every Saturday night, the same people go into the bakery to get a cup of coffee and a piece of bread. It doesn't bother me much, in fact, I kind of enjoy being able to make small talk with some of them. I do not like when they mention how much I look like my dad or some other crap that has to do with my features.
The man that told me I shouldn't wear glitter (I do not know his name) came in at his usual time. For all the years he has been going to the bakery, I was under the impression that he was friends with the group of men that go in there. To my dismay, when I was checking the tickets to the tables, I saw he was sitting alone in the corner, on the other side of the group of men that go in there basically every night to get away from their wives or whatever. For all I know he could have been thinking about how much he hates people, but in all sincerity, it looked as if there was sorrow in his expressions. My brother came in to check up on the place and went over to talk to him. After my brother left, the gentleman got up and left as well. He came up to pay and said how my brother kept him longer than he expected. I say, "Well, its nice to converse with people from time to time" He responds "Oh of course, I enjoy talking with your brother, hearing about his projects" I say, " Yeah, he is a very intelligent man" He "and very responsible"
Another couple comes in who have been customers for a long time. I find the wife agitating b/c whenever I talk with them, she doesn't stop or she will ask about my sisters and all that business that is not hers. I think old women are just like that, always wanting to know what is going on in others' lives. She would never let her husband speak. I found out last week that her husband has Alzheimer's and she takes care of him. Can I shoot myself now?