I was walking through the Altamonte Mall today when a young girl with a clipboard approached. She was screening participants for a movie survey and she asked if I could spare a few minutes. Ordinarily I would say no to something like this, but I figured ... what the heck? I'm rather cash strapped right at the moment and I've been giving people my opinions about movies for free all week.
We only got to Question 1 of the pre-screen. That's because my answer to Question 1 rendered me inelligible as a participant.
The surveyer asked me my age and when I responded, her expression changed. She seemed genuinely perplexed as to how to explain the reason for the rejection without calling me old. I told her no apology was necessary. (She was supposed to be surveying 18 - 35 year olds.)
It seems unlikely that anyone will be recruiting this young woman away from her mall survey post to have her guess ages and weights at the carnival. Does she have impaired vision? I don't know. Is she just too young to properly gage ages? Perhaps.
I'm choosing to attribute her confusion to something ese though. I'm attributing it to the fact that this past Friday, Diane once again worked her magic on my hair.
When I left the salon on Friday, I left with the hair of an 18 - 35 year old....an 18 - 35 year old with sassy, rich brown, silky smooth hair set off by the most perfectly placed highlights. The sun itself couldn't have done a better job with them.
So am I upset that I didn't get the quick cash? Are you kidding me? I can't think of a time I've ever been so delighted to have an empty wallet.
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My husband gave me a new haircut this weekend. I have to run to the mall now and see what happens, haha!! It's my last year that I get to spend in my forties!
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