Babysteps

This funny post at Big Mama's blog reminded me of a similar experience of my own. I suppose we've all had them. I don't usually post pictures of myself, but this is about what my expression looked like after this episode. (I'm wearing make-up in the picture. I'd say that's the only surefire cure for my problem, but I hate it. If I'd been wearing it this day. . .)

When hubby and I were still in college, we were roaming around the Super-Walmart not spending money, because we didn't have any. A "very nice" little older lady caught me in the main aisle and led me to one of the empty car-care aisles. She said,

"I just wanted to tell you some of the things that I remember worked for my acne when I was young."

Yeah, no kidding. She proceeded to tell me several different home remedies for acne, like Dawn dish detergent, and a paste made of salt and water. She also berated me for the things she could tell I had been doing to take care of it.

Ummm. Thanks, really. Then she said she had to talk to me about it, because she could tell I was a pretty girl underneath those blemishes. I think at that point she could've told me I was the spit and image of Princess Diana, Jacqueline Onassis Kennedy, or Audrey Hepburn, and I wouldn't have felt complimented.

I'm enough removed from the event now that all I feel is a mild pity for her family and friends. Oh yeah, and I still fight acne at age 27. Of course, I never did try her ideas. . .