Wednesday, January 20, 2010

To the Lady Who Inched Further Away From Me In Line At The Store

I can't say that I blame you. I must have been a sight, especially considering the perfection of your appearance.

From your impeccable coif to your manicured nails to your (I'm assuming) designer suit and shoes, you were a vision of businesswoman loveliness. Even your cart screamed class. Did I see goat cheese in there?

And then there was me.

I have to admit that I was looking a bit rough. A recent warm front had melted off a lot of the snow we got in December and brought rain too, making the barn particularly mucky. I guess I could have at least scraped my boots off better, though there really was not much I could have done about the splatter across my jeans. Legs sometimes likes to splash on his way into the barn. He's a big, playful boy and can't help it.

I did actually wash my hands before I headed out. Well, I rinsed them in the water trough. And then dried them on my muddy jeans. The dirt under my nails I had planned to take care of once I got home.

Although I couldn't see it, I'm quite certain there was hay in my hair. Probably not any more than usual. And that green stain on my shirt...just a bit of horse slobber.

So I was looking a little less than perfect, and I may have smelled a like a barn (though I've never really understood why people find that offensive). However, I would like to point out that dirt is not contagious; short of me hugging you there was little danger of my filth contaminating your person.

I wasn't exactly offended that you moved away. Still, you could have been a bit less obvious about it.

I hope you enjoy your goat cheese.



  1. Ahahaha! I've been there! I just kind of chuckle a bit when they take a step or two away. They don't know what they are missing. :D

    My co-workers think it's absolutely hysterical when I arrive a work with bits of hay in my hair from the morning feeding.

  2. So true Jenn! I actually feel sorry for people who have never been horse-dirtied in their lives.

    Luckily, I work in a place where hay-in-the-hair is embraced and accepted (though I'm sure they do laugh behind my back sometimes!!)