Cynical

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.