I had to go out to the pharmacy for a prescription today, and there was a guy sitting at a bench near the door collecting money for a charity. I didn’t have any small bills, so I told him that I’d see him again on my way out, and he said “alright, pretty lady.” And then again as I left, he said “have a nice day, pretty lady.”
Now. I can’t tell if he was making fun of me, or if he felt sorry for me because I’m obviously not the kind of person who is often called pretty. Either way I’m kind of sad.