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Dear Ms. Bank Branch Manager
hey look, i brought my ID this time. i really am sorry for being curt last time, but you know, i find your questioning my signature ludicrous since i am almost a weekly presence in your branch. it's very hard to smile at a person with a disapproving look and one who doesn't smile back. but now that i think about it, maybe it was also hard for you to smile at me as i wasn't smiling either.
you have a new teller. he's male and he smiles a lot, so i smiled back too. not that i think about it again, your female tellers hardly smiled at me.
is it that women do not smile at each other? is there a social gender dynamic at play here? it puzzles me. i have never observed this until now.
but i smile. i smile a lot. when i'm in the mood. which i'm in most of the time. i think. i smile at everyone. regardless of sex. and stature. i smile to hide my hurt. embarrassment. pain. ignorance. annoyance. apathy. i smile at everything.
except when i start not to care. in which case i will frown. at you. at the admin officer. at the secretary. at the apothecarist. at quasi boss.
i've been so pulled down i forget to smile genuinely.
and maybe it shows
that there is no smile in my eyes and in my voice.
posted by: onesmallgirl at 16:41 |
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