( 11:24 PM ) teahouse
Profiling
Earlier this week, the Husband brought me lunch at work.
He packed up some leftover pasta from the previous night's dinner, and walked over to my office to meet me.
Arriving in the lobby of my office building, he walked toward the elevators.
At that moment, a woman got off an elevator, saw him across the lobby, snapped her fingers at him and yelled loudly at him (so that everyone in the lobby could hear), "Hey! Is that my food delivery?"
The Husband looked straight at her, said nothing for 5 seconds, and then said slowly, "I'm not a food delivery guy."
Totally nonplussed, this woman shrugged and continued to stand there, looking around for her food.
Totally oblivious to the appalled looks on the faces of everyone else in the lobby.
When we finally met up, and he told me the story, I tried to make light of it.
"Remember that time I went to the nail salon to get a manicure, and the manager took one look at me and yelled that she wasn't hiring?" I reminded him.
"How about that time I was at the laundromat down the street doing laundry, and everyone else doing their laundry assumed I worked there, and kept asking me questions about how much I would charge them per load?"
Eventually we had a good laugh about it.
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