I am Sorry (Bottle Shop, 6:11 p.m) | brutmystik's Blog

I have been working on sketches for "Bad Dream Of The Census Taker" and customers have remarked upon my 'Doodling' or how bored I must be to 'Scribble'

DOODLING? Really? SCRIBBLING? HUH??? Have you LOOKED at them?

Some do...and they just stare. Who cares. I should not expect to be understood by people in a hurry to fix their plumbing or sprinklers.

I was slightly irritated, you know…8 hours of trying not to openly reveal my hostility toward customers. She was chatting with the clerk at the Bottle Shop; I knew she was tweaking as she balanced her High Gravity lagers with a gigantic purse and eight lottery tickets.

“Here is the five pennies I took yesterday, Hun” she said, turning towards the waiting line of us-grieved and trodden shirtless workers, plus me. Oh, and the young, balding man in the Mc Donald’s neat, cobalt blue shirt. It read “Shift Supervisor” in yellow.

She was smiling, but quickly it died down as we made eye contact. She had very small, worn away teeth. I tried not to notice, but I know I barely stared…I hope she knew what I was really thinking about her teeth.

As small and multi-colored as they were, as decayed and miniature, the impression only lasted a second. I have difficult teeth as well.

I looked right back up into her eyes, and they fell.

What I was thinking was that I made her self-conscious. And that made me sad. So lady in the pink spaghetti strap Target ladies top with the very dyed brown ponytail and small, sincere, mouse like eyes…I am sorry if you thought I was judging or forming an opinion based on your teeth. I know how expensive it is to care for them…which is wrong. How can we live very well with out teeth???

Please I hope you know now, I put it into words.

I did not mean to offend you-it makes me feel mortally wounded.

MoOd: Oil Of Clove. Yeah.