So, I'd been out today to get glasses but my appointment isn't for a month. Being Lenscrafters, I thought I would walk right in and get them. Well, for one reason or another; choose any of three, it wasn't that way. It could have been my Hijab, but I doubt that they tumbled to the idea that I was one of those pervert trannies.

Feeling a little discouraged I decided to have some shopping therapy and found a darling gold nose ring. Yaaaaayyyy! As I walked out the door of the store, I remembered I needed a short video cord to hook up my VCR. Completely relaxed and happy I walked into Radio Shack to get said cable.

Upon going into the store, a man immediately stopped me; eying me like I could get completely lost there; maybe even knock things off the rack or otherwise defile the place. When he asked what I wanted, I said, "I need a Video Cable to hook up my VCR". I was thinking what I said was completely clear and logical. Well, his dominance walked me over to a rack were the cheapest cables began at about $50. He kept asking me these inane questions that had nothing to do with a simple VCR, and treating me as if the whole thing were way too technical for "Lil ole me". I put up with it for a while until he started asking me about audio cables and, oh that other funny cable that I can't even remember the name of. I tried to protest saying, "sir it is for an old VCR" but nooooo, he wouldn't hear of it. I was starting to expect him to send me home to get my husband! Hmph!

Finally having had enough of Mr Male Master of me, wanna be, I told him "Sir, I will find it myself". By now, indignation roaring in my ears, I minced over to the correct cables and picked one up. I went back to wait in line, and another gentleman started to check me out. Well, by now I'd had it and another sales man walked up to me, and asked if I was alright. I doubt that my Hijab was burning!

My petulance was bubbling to the surface and I told him that I was "just fine, thank you" while wearing my sweetest smile.

When I got to the counter, the man there and another checker were sort of giggling about things, and I told him,"I've had it with you men, you treat women as if they know nothing"; this all done in my best false Saudi accent. This made them really crack up and I wiggled out of the store with my most seductive er, "wiggle".

I suppose that I could have been primed for trouble because I had been watching some you tube video that caught the Mujaheddin (religious police) in Saudia mistreating a woman for who knows what.

Well, I am home now, dinner is in the oven, and I am going to sit down after dinner and eat part or even ALL of a half gallon of Bananna Split Ice Cream. Maybe I'll sit in a hot tub of bubble bath with my Bananna Split Ice Cream

I just needed to vent. I feel much better now.

Princess Khadija Gwen