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I get off work. I wash my hands, we had literally 130 mothertrucking cars come through today.
I’m a zombie.
My face is covered in grime and smudges of grease, nothing unusual for our line of work. I’m so tired a I frankly don’t give a shit how I look.
I stop at Petsmart to get my baby boys some food.
I’m wearing my work jacket, with my dealer name and brand. So I am extra polite, smiling, making polite conversation.
When a woman was standing in front of the treats I needed to grab.
Me: “Pardon me Ma’am I need to grab those right behind you”
Random Woman : huffs at me and rolls he eyes. Moved away from me like I was a bum asking for money.
As I turned she could see on my beanie that I served in the military.
She gasped, turned red “I’m so sorry I didn’t realize you were a veteran”.
I was polite. But I honestly wanted to say “What f*cking difference does that make”.
But I didn’t. I just smiled, nodded, said “yup” and walked to the register before she could make any small talk.
I’m seriously wondering why it’s ok to treat someone like a bum, but once people see we are a veteran they suddenly feel the need to be polite.
It’s like death and cancer. No matter what, when, who, how, or why. If someone died, or got cancer you have to say you are sorry.
Maybe it’s me.
It probably is.
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