Yesterday morning I was in the breakroom on my last break and there were a couple of morning girls in there from the main floor. They were dressed to the nines and one of them was carrying what looked like either a real Louis Vuitton bag or a damn good knockoff. I'd never seen them before, so I assume they were new. They inspected me from head to toe while I was getting tea and when I turned toward the door again one of them asked me where I had gotten my dress. I replied that I made it, and I swear both of their noses went an inch higher into the air.
"Oh." one of them said. "That's why it looks like that."
I said warily, "Like what?"
"Like something you'd find in my gramma's closet." was her reply.
I'm not good at being snarky to people's faces, so I just rolled my eyes and walked off.
I hate people who judge others by how they look. I really wanted to pour my scalding hot tea on her overly-coiffed head.
"Oh." one of them said. "That's why it looks like that."
I said warily, "Like what?"
"Like something you'd find in my gramma's closet." was her reply.
I'm not good at being snarky to people's faces, so I just rolled my eyes and walked off.
I hate people who judge others by how they look. I really wanted to pour my scalding hot tea on her overly-coiffed head.
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