Hell-o everyone,
Well as of lately it seems I've been burning the candle on both ends.
Working late into the night. So last night while working at home I thought I'd brew up a pot (ya, I know Adriana.... I said pot) of coffee, when I realized I was out!
What's a girl to do? Grab her purse and head to the store, right?
While driving, I remembered that it's car week. This means there are hundreds of very expensive exotic sports cars in the area. And Carmel is a hotbed for them. So I decided to head there before picking up that coffee.
Arriving in Carmel, it was clear I wouldn't be disappointed! Red carpets lining the curbs, the sound of high rev engines coming from the streets, and people everywhere!
I drove around looking for a parking spot, and this is where I felt nervous, not of being clocked, but these cars are everywhere! Their owners have been playing hard all day, and at this time of the night, more than one of them has probably had a few drinks. My insurance is good, but good enough to cover one of these cars?????
I did find a parking spot, and was able to take a walk around town and admire a few cars, do a little window shopping, and generally enjoy walking amongst the Muggles.
Back to my very own SuperTruck, I'm off to get that coffee.
Never being in a grocery store (while dressed en-femme) before, I was a bit nervous again. I sat there for 5 minuets, got out and stood there another 5. When I had finally decide to at least walk to the front of the store, a car pulls in the lot, and not wanting to draw attention by lingering outside the store, I just walked right in. The bright lights, the tile floor, and isles of food stuff. It all seemed so different, although I know I had seen it all before.
My first thought was, well I'm in, where's the coffee?
I grabbed my coffee and thought, this will be easy, I'll just use the self check lane. DENIED! They are all closed for the night. At this point I just thought, I need this coffee, and got in line at the one register that was open. The woman that was in line ahead of me paid for her stuff, but took her time gathering her things. The store clerk had seen me in line, and as I stepped up to the register, there were no hellos, no did you find everything OK's? Just a quick ring up of my coffee, and a "That will be $14.98." I hand her $20, and she finishes ringing me up before I could enter my discount club card( the woman was still there blocking me from the keypad that you can enter your account number into and receive discounts. At this point the store clerk asks me "Oh, did you have club card?) to which I replied yes!
So the clerk says "I can fix it, what's your account number?) So now I have to talk to her, with other people in line. She punches a few numbers into her machine, hands me my change, and I'm out of there.
Question here... We get nervous being out in public, but do you think that some of our experiences, while out and about, where we feel we were treated wrongly, or dismissed as not worthy of even being said hello to, is just a nervous reaction from people? They don't exactly know how to handle us, so they just want to move us along as quickly as possible?
Much Love,
Kristyn