“So what else do you do dear?” The greying haired lady asks. I fold up the silk blouses she has picked out, my cheeks start to warm. I know where this is going. I’ve had this conversation many times.
“Oh, nothing at this point.”
“So you’re not studying?”
“No, just working for a bit.” It’s not the lady’s fault, but I want to punch her right in the throat.
Instead I wrap her blouses in tissue. She grimaces and starts hunting through her wallet for her credit card.
“Oh you seem clever dear that’s why I asked”
“Looks can be deceiving” I smile at her trying to diffuse my own frustration. Then a cheeky thought strikes me and I ask.
“So what do you do?”
“Me, oh I haven’t worked for years dear”
“Are you retired?” Jackpot. She looks offended.
“No, no.” She flusters with her purse. I tie the bow on the bag.
“Oh sorry” I’m not.
“Well have a good day!” I give her my biggest smile and she smiles back, as she takes her bag and thanks me. As she walks out the door I turn away and let the smile drop from my face.