Just a day in the life

FLYING

THERE’S NOT A STAR IN HEAVEN THAT WE CAN’T REACH

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Who alway got in trouble? Me.

They would call my mother and she always came in and lectures my teachers and threatened to sue for making her miss work and treating me poorly.

She always taught my brothers to respect women. The only fights my brothers ever got in was defending women from someone else.

So naturally, I end up in the principal’s office, refusing to apologize. 

“He shouldn’t have put his hands on me and I wouldn’t have hit him!” That’s the only thing I was saying.

These people had the unfortunate luck of catching my dad at home, instead of my mom. So he comes fucking sauntering in there, like he’s Clint fucking Eastwood in some western movie and looks at me. 

“Melissa, did you punch him?” 

“Yes.” I said. 

“Why?” 

“Because he snapped my bra strap.” 

And he turns his squinty eyed glare to the principal and says, “You’re telling me my daughter is in trouble because that squirrely looking kid put his hands on her and she chose to defend herself? That’s what you are saying to me.” 

“Well, sir-” The man kind of stuttered because my dad is kind of intimidating in the quiet sort of way that kind of whispers in the back of your mind that this person could be dangerous. “Melissa did make it physical.” 

“No. That kid put his hands on my daughter. Are you saying my daughter cannot defend herself when some boy decides to put hands on her? Is that what you are teaching my girl?” 

There’s this one elderly couple who are regulars at the fast-food restaurant where I work. The women isn’t bad, but her husband is the most condescending jackhole I’ve ever had the misfortune of meeting.

They always get the exact same meals, and come in about once a week, so they don’t even have to tell me what they want anymore I already know. Every single time they come in. Every. Single. Time. This man HAS to say something to me that implies I must be mentally challenged because I work in a fast-food restaurant. 

He always sarcastically praises me for doing things correctly (as if I have EVER messed up his order). Like “Oh wooooow!!! You did just.right. Sweetie!! GOOD job!! You’ve just got this alllll figured out don’t you :) ???” Seriously, he talks to me like I’m his pet dog or something.

At first I tried to tell myself maybe he doesn’t mean it that way, or maybe he just doesn’t realize how rude he’s being, but after he asked me how old I was when I “quit” High School I knew he was doing it on purpose. I graduated high school, an all AP student, and received honors on my diploma. Apparently to this guy though, only high school dropouts work fast-food. 

Every time I see this guy walk in I grit my teeth and resist the urge to roll my eyes, because I know what’s coming. Que the overly enthusiastic compliments, and unnecessarily slow speaking.

Saying things like: “Could I get some sweet tea? if you think you can handle that :(” or “Can I get 3 honey mustards? That’s two and then one more. :)”