So I work basically self-employed. I drive a man around to his appointments and such and I help him get in and out of his wheelchair. As such, I don't really give half a flying dickfuck about how I look as long as the dude doesn't start complaining. He's pretty chill, doesn't give a fuck if I wear weird combinations of leggings, shorts, and graphic tees. Has never complained about my multicolor hair or my weird ass eyebrows.
But every once in a while I get a stupid fucking twatknuckle cockface jizzbucket extraordinaire like I had today. Oh my fucking SHITFUCK. I was driving the guy to an adult daycare type thing this morning and there were some new faces in the waiting room as I pushed his chair on through the clinic it's at to the back area where it's held. I only noticed because I could feel myself being stared at, which is nothing new when there's people waiting for appts and whatever, but this felt… different.
Sure enough, I get my boss dropped off and checked in and I'm heading back to my car, and I hear this one blue-haired bitch (the ancient variety of blue-hair, not the young n hip variety) say "Well at least she can do SOMETHING useful and help her granddad out. CLEARLY she's never going to have a real job looking like that."
And I glance over and this rickety old bitch is pointing at me and stage-whispering this to her daughter, possibly her sister, I couldn't quite tell they both looked like death warmed over twice. Now, I glare at her and continue toward the door, before stopping as her stupid cunt sister/daughter decides to add: "Just think how embarrassing her grandfather must think it is to be brought places by someone dressed like THAT though."
I stop, take a deeeep breath, and I stalk over to their little table in the waiting room.
"Can I help you?" I ask. They shake their heads, looking thoroughly weirded by this point. "Are you sure? Because I could hear you talking about me from all the damn way over there, and guess what? That's *not* my grandfather. THAT is my BOSS. I'm paid to drive him places." I look the daughter/sister in the eye. "I'm willing to bet this old bag is demanding that you drive her out of the kindness of her heart. I make fat stacks pushing a wheelchair and having pleasant conversation with someone older than me. Tell me, what's your SS check looking like? $50/month? I just made $50 walking through this goddamn waiting room."
Speechless cunts just stared at me as I turned and headed for the door. The receptionists were trying not to laugh. This isn't the first time they've heard me go off on some random bitch who's decided that I MUST be some deadbeat loser mcfuck just because I look different.
Do these people ever, EVER stop to think how goddamn expensive it is to dress like this and dye my hair as often as I do? Like fucking shit man.