September 6, 2015 § Leave a comment
Yesterday I was at the Scottish Highland games in Belfair.
I was standing outside of a booth noticing that the vendor was having quite a response to me. For the most part, everyone there had pretty much smiled at me and I hadn’t caught any negative response. But this woman was staring. And it was the kind of stare that was accompanied with a scowl… I caught her elbowing her husband to get an eyeful of me.
I quickly slipped behind a display rack. I could see him straining to see around the rack so he could catch what she was pointing at.
And then a little bit of wicked snuck in. I very calmly stepped into their booth, making sure my hands were in my pockets the entire time. As I did so, I made sure that there was no clear visibility between the two of us. In fact, I made sure I got quite close to where they were sitting, but always keeping my back to them so they would not get a full close up glimpse. It was such wicked fun and I didn’t feel one ounce of guilt for doing it.
Towards the end of the day, my friends and I were catching one last performance by the Seattle Knights. As I made my way towards the bleachers, or young man caught my eye. A tall lanky thing at about 14 to 15 years old with a sword strapped to his back, and carrying his skateboard. He approached me with his best fake Scottish accent, “That’s quite the nice beard you are growing… how long did it take you to grow that?”
I smiled. Shrugging my shoulders, I told him it had been since December and this was probably about as long as it was going to get. He replied saying that he couldn’t begin to grow such abundant facial hair. I promised him that it would come in…
He plopped down next to me and turned to the stranger to his left, “Look at that, will you? The woman can grow a beard better than you can…” The poor man turned to us, eyes got big as saucers, and quickly turned back to the performance.
I chuckled with him. So bold…