I find it oddly humorous that most of the people who give me dirty looks in the grocery store or wherever have absolutely no right to be looking down their nose at anyone. For example, I was leaving the post office the other day when this fat, trash heap of a woman with a cigarette hanging from her lip yelled "Hey! Wash your hair!" from a parked car. Instead of getting mad, it literally made me smile. It's almost like I know some sort of secret.
