Crappy Look Counter
So, when I started this whole thing, I thought Crappy Looks would be daily. You know what, my faith in humanity wasn’t strong enough. While that faith is still deserved (e.g., no/few crappy looks, I will document each and every one – hopefully w/o PII, but if you recco yourself, well, then, thats something you own, not me!)
Lifetime Until 12/7/2007 – 0 – I lead a Life of Priviledge (white, male (presenting), cute (passable – my blog, my words – deal )
12/7/2007 - SFO Airport – at gate 87, walking back from Peet’s coffee, dude w/a rollaboard.
12/10/2007 – Seattle – Bus #3 – Lady Sitting Across From Me (LADY – too kind)
12/10/2007 – Seattle – Walking into King County District Court Building with Jenny – Perp Leaning Against the Wall (Dude, that was HARSH)
12/10/2007 – Seattle – Restaurant – Poseur, Hanger-On who neither worked there, nor owned it. JUST ASK – don’t stare, and DAMN if you want to listen to our convo, ask to join us!
12/10/2007 – Seattle – Bus #4 – Young Woman Sitting Across From Me. This is an unconfirmed crappy look sighting. I wasn’t sure, but I think so. It was a least a stare, and it was for too long. I THEREFORE RULE IT CRAPPY. Please, don’t stare. I *know* I’m beautiful.
12/12/2007 – Three days, no crappy looks. I’ve been out and about a lot… its been totally fine!
1/5/2008 – Seattle – Queen Anne Peet’s Coffee – ~945am – Wow, nearly a month. Well, it was bound to happen sometime. I didn’t just get a Crappy Look, I got a “Harumph!”. Older guy in front of me doing the “add sugar/cream” thing, turned around, looked me up and down, and I got the Crappy Look, plus the “Harumph!”. I was wearing baggy running pants, three layers, and a hat. Ok, sure, my outer layer was zipped down but whatever.
1/11/2008 – SeaTac – Airport – “A” Gates, outside of the restroom area by gate A9. This is an indirect Crappy Look sighting, but it came from a reliable source (Anh). We get off the plane, and I have to use the restroom. Anh and Samwich are outside waiting. I come out, and behind me is an older “lady” who gives her older “husband” some sort of Crappy Look, pointing at me. He looks at her, shrugs, gives his own Crappy Look (I didn’t see it again, Anh did), and then they move on. We need to consult with the Crappy Look audit committee – this may count for two, but for now, I’ll count it as one.
2/28/08 Little Girls at Art Class
It was a “giggle moment”, not crappy, but not unmentionable either. For the record, its now eight.