I got in a bit of a tif(f?) with The Boy today. I asked, "I'm going to the store, do you need anything?" and, apparently, he's tired of that question. He got outrageously mad at me for asking him, and I got equally so for how mad he got. I said, "Already I do your shopping for you, don't get pissed when I ask you what you need!" His reasoning? I should just know, and not have to ask.
I still maintain that he was wrong to be so pissy, but I think he was just feeling crabby and needed someone to take it out on.
Anyway, as all conflict makes me cry (and usually slam doors), I left the house - to do the laundry, no less - in tears. Walking up the street feeling sorry for myself, I finally managed to stop crying by the time I got to the laundromat. I hate crying in public. I'm not a huge fan of doing it in private, either.
I dumped off the clothes and put the coins in the slot, then headed down the street to where the madre is going to stay during her time in Paris. I needed to change her reservation.
I felt crummy and gross and a little hateful towards the world. Then I walked into the lobby, took one look around me, and walked right back out.
Dressed in my laundry day clothes, with my tear-stained face and my runny nose, I just couldn't confront what was happening in the hotel lobby:
A young models' meeting.
These girls were probably 17 or 18, and they were all sitting around waiting for their turn to be interviewed in what I assume was one of the hotel rooms. I don't know how many there were, but they were all beautiful and too skinny and dressed in great clothing. Most disgusting was that they weren't wearing any make-up, but still managed to be gorgeous. I have, in general, gotten by over the years by saying that models, in real life, are ugly once you take the make-up off. But not these girls.
Instead of joining that circus, I opted to go to the grocery and stop by the hotel on my way back. Of course, I didn't buy anything for The Boy, because I am spiteful and hold a grudge like that. I was, however, asked if I was shoplifting because I had my laundry bag with me.
Twenty minutes later, I stopped by the hotel again, and the girls inside were still there. Two of them were talking about the awful clothes they were asked to wear during the interview, and they both had charming German, or maybe Eastern-European accents. I couldn't exactly tell, which probably means they're from somewhere random like Denmark or Hungary. That, of course, only adds to their charm.
Regardless, they were annoyingly cute and even seemed friendly and half-intelligent, so I had to get out of that situation as quickly as possible; I talked to the hotel people and was out.
I left feeling even more sorry for myself.
I'm ok now, of course, but of all days to walk into a lobby full of young models, I wish I could have done so while feeling great about my life... Just twisting the knife, that's all those smiling little twits were doing.
My vote is for tiff. And just think - those girls have chosen to stand around bored out of their minds all day, you've chosen to speak what, 4 languages?