First, the backstory.
For those of you who don't know me in real life, I rock a pixie cut for my hair - and have for the last few years. We're talking the mini pixie that's about this long --
So yeah, rather short. And with less knife.
I was in the grocery store yesterday, picking out some produce, when a little girl nearby said hi. So, in the interest of seeming less child-hating than usual, I said hi back. She asked what my name was, and I replied with, "Jen." She paused for a minute and asked, "Are you a girl?"
(I told her that yes, I am, I just have very very short hair, but the story's funnier if you stop at the line above.)
For those of you who don't know me in real life, I rock a pixie cut for my hair - and have for the last few years. We're talking the mini pixie that's about this long --
So yeah, rather short. And with less knife.
I was in the grocery store yesterday, picking out some produce, when a little girl nearby said hi. So, in the interest of seeming less child-hating than usual, I said hi back. She asked what my name was, and I replied with, "Jen." She paused for a minute and asked, "Are you a girl?"
(I told her that yes, I am, I just have very very short hair, but the story's funnier if you stop at the line above.)
1 comment:
But... I always pictured you knife-wielding.
Then there were the 80s and early 90s when my mullet made old ladies think I was a girl. I will not apologize for that mullet.
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