AHHHH!

Picture this: I'm wearing my comfy clodhopper hiking boots, grubby jeans clearly at least one size too large, an old turquoise t-shirt that i scored from Freecycle, and my hair is barely tamed under a faded red bandana. No makeup. And i'm not wearing my ubiquitous rings and earrings because i'm en route to a creek-surveying field trip. Have that picture in your mind? Grubby, because my jeans and boots still have mud on them from the last field trip. Happy, but grubby.

So, i'm running errands on the way to the field trip, and one of them includes dropping off my recycling. It isn't much--just two paper shopping bags of assorted glass, plastic, and cans saved up over the past few months. I'm running errands and not paying much attention to my appearance. The recycling guy, however, apparently thinks i'm hot stuff, because he says hi and asks me how i am in two languages and then asks why i don't speak his language and i explain that i'm learning, but i speak French instead and he says he thinks French women are pretty--i catch on at this point but don't want to take more time to explain that i'm not French--and then he asks if i'm married, because he's not.

WHAT!?

And why doesn't this happen when i WANT it to? :D