You Really Don't Want Me To Answer That Question...

I am not one to call people ugly. I know there are a lot of unattractive people out there, but I have made it a habit to not judge or talk about people. I try to stay positive, as much as possible. I know that beauty comes from within, and seeing only the outward appearance is vain. But what do you do when U-G-L-Y stares you in the face and asks your opinion?

Why is it that ugly people make it a habit to talk to you, and expect you to say something nice. We are a product of our parents genes. You mix them up, and you get what you get. It's like rolling dice.

I hate allergy season. Especially, for my daughter ....I am sitting in the packed waiting room of my daughter's doctor's office yesterday afternoon, and this couple is sitting next to me. They are playing with their baby. The lady smiles and makes the comment that my daughter is cute. I say thank you and proceed to stare blankly at the episode of Sponge Bob that is showing on the screen in the office. Now you know the creepy feeling that you get when someone is staring at you( I had it)...I look up to see both parents staring at me, as if they are waiting for me to say something. They smile, but they don't say anything. But they keep looking at me.

The baby then crawls into the mother's lap and she says, "Hey cutie pie". She continues to talk to the baby while bouncing him on her knee and smiling. Then she turns to me and says, "Do you want to hold him?" I love kids, but today is not the day. I give her a strained smile and said, "Oh no thank you, he seems pretty happy with you." She smiles and tells me the whole story of how she tried for son long to have a baby and she finally had one. Okay lady. I'm happy for you, but today is just not the day. Then she waits for me to comment. I say nothing, I just go back to watching Sponge Bob....All the while I am thinking...When are they going to call us back to see the doctor?

I AM NOT FRIENDLY, but I'm not rude either. If someone that I don't know says something to me, I say something in response, just being cordial. I guess I look approachable. People always talk to me. Why? I have no clue. I guess it's the southern hospitality. Yesterday, I was in no mood for conversation. I just wanted to get into the doctor's office and out. But this lady would not let up. She was determined to talk to me!

The lady says to me. "Isn't he gorgeous? " Why did she ask me that question? I was hoping that she wouldn't say that! I should have taken a pic of that kid with my phone...Then you would see what I am talking about!

Are we looking at the same kid? I mean, I don't like to call people's kids ugly, but this kid was...Well you know. I could not lie to her. First of all, I did not want to talk to this lady and she is forcing me into an unwanted conversation. Second, she is asking me a question that she already knows the answer to. Why should I have to comment on her kid because she commented about mine. I didn't ask her if my daughter was cute. She felt the need to tell me so...She looks at me awaiting my answer ( I have to think fast) so I say, " He looks just like both of you." She smiles, satisfied with the answer. Whew, that was close.

She did not stop there. She handed the baby to me ANYWAY. I don't reach for him, she just sits in my lap. I am like WTF! I am thinking, lady, I don't know you. I already told you that I don't want to hold that kid! Not because I don't like kids, I just don't feel good! My allergies are acting up, and I am ready to go home! I am in a foul mood because I feel bad, and just don't want to be bothered. Leave me the h*** alone and get your kid...Mind you that she had been bouncing him the whole time. Then...It happens! As soon as she handed him to me, the baby spit up on my off white linen top! I bought it last year, but it was my first time wearing it. You know it is when you find a cute shirt, but you wait until you have the perfect pants and shoes for it before you bring it out of the closet! NO! NO! NO! She quickly grabs the baby and apologizes, and tries to help me clean my shirt. I go to the bathroom and clean it the best that I can. As soon as I come out, they call my daughter's name. D***!

I must have been glaring at this woman because she keeps apologizing and her husband tries to hand me $20 to pay for my shirt to be cleaned. I didn't take the money. I just wanted those people away from me. Why didn't she just leave me ALONE in the first place!

Do you tell people that their kids are cute when you KNOW they are not?

Do you have unattractive people around you that don't know it?

Do you hate it when people just talk to you because you are in the same place at the same time, or is it just me?