I am a girl. (Surprise!)
I have long, golden locks that, on average, shed 50-100 hairs per day. (Thanks, Google)
I have a bathroom sink that likes to chomp up my hairs until it is so full it can no longer drain.
I have a need for Draino.
On my trip to Target (snaps!) this weekend, I was standing in the cleaning supplies aisle, pondering what sort of measures to take on the clogged drain.
A clearly elderly woman practically ran up to me, grabbed some toilet cleaner and loudly proclaimed (although I was the only one in the aisle), "This seems too good to be true. I wonder if it will ring up this price." The only problem was the cynicism in her voice - the clear disdain - the kind that comes from years of mistrust of the world.
I am generally a friendly person, especially to the chatty, older crowd. They do make you laugh, don't they? But this one, this one...
I just didn't know what to say - I looked at her, holding my Target brand drain cleaner, trying to reassure her that I see three price tags that all indicate the same price, so I am sure she would be fine. But nothing came out. I probably looked like a bug standing there big-eyed, mouth agape.
As she walked away, I realized: I hope I never become so cynical that I proclaim my mistrust to strangers and don't believe the prices clearly posted in the grocery store. I hope I am able to keep my trust for humanity. And Target.