"Mornin,'" (smiling at man and dog.)
"Nice tattoo."
"Thank you."
It was chilly out, so I wore a sweatshirt for the rest of the day. The following interaction I'd initially considered to be one of the dumbest and most confusing questions ever, but the interaction later in the day actually clarified what the inquiry may have referred to.
"Excuse me, miss, your ears--did they have to start out smaller to get to that size?" African-american male, 20's?, library elevator.*
"Excuse me? I'm afraid I don't understand what you're asking."
"Did your ears have to start out smaller before they got that big?"
"Yes." I exited the elevator thinking "What the hell? Of course they had to start small. Doesn't everything that gets bigger have to first be smaller? That's like, Sesame Street 101..."
"Did you have to stretch your ears to get them that big, or did you pierce them that size?" Asian female, late teens/early 20's, video store (friend of clerk from 8/9 post)
"Oh no, I stretched them out from a regular earring," (thinking "Oh shit! That must've been what that guy earlier was trying to ask!")
"Did it hurt?"
"No, it doesn't hurt if you stretch slowly and gently."
"How long did it take?" Hispanic female, 20s? 30s? customer joining in conversation.
"About five years to get to this size."
"Wow...to each their own. (to clerk) Hey, do you have this in?"
"Thanks again guys, have a good night."
*A few posts ago, I offhandedly commented that nobody asks me about my ears when I wear long sleeves. Since that post, it's happened five times.
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