tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978925481748522797.post4187337165391661316..comments2024-03-25T13:25:19.911-05:00Comments on My Pretty Baby Cried She Was a Bird: Real Talk: Awkward Thrift Store Encounters EditionLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16842611749073935723noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978925481748522797.post-25108736808351766212013-06-03T21:05:38.915-05:002013-06-03T21:05:38.915-05:00Wow, that guy sounds like a chatty Kathy for sure....Wow, that guy sounds like a chatty Kathy for sure. I totally know what you mean! The other day I had what felt like a million odd conversations with people about what I was wearing. I also understand what you mean about never wanting someone to be uncomfortable or to think you're rude. I always want to be pleasant and nice, but sometimes I just want to go about my day without loads of people talking to me or commenting about what I'm buying/how I look. And it does always seems those people don't get the "I'm feeling a bit awkward here vibe" and just continue to talk and talk. Haha. Oh peoples.<br /><br />xo,<br /> EmEmma Littonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17614171717530057741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978925481748522797.post-11038677457323816672013-06-03T12:23:06.871-05:002013-06-03T12:23:06.871-05:00Oh man, talk about awkward. I hate people who keep...Oh man, talk about awkward. I hate people who keep you hostage at your work, taking advantage of the fact that you can't be rude to them because you're, ahem, AT WORK. I need a manners police!Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16842611749073935723noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978925481748522797.post-69807229405196943152013-06-03T12:22:06.606-05:002013-06-03T12:22:06.606-05:00HAHA, Mrs. Leapheart, my hero. I feel bad for your...HAHA, Mrs. Leapheart, my hero. I feel bad for your friend going, "And what am I?! CHOPPED LIVER?!"Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16842611749073935723noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978925481748522797.post-36036255609453730622013-06-03T12:21:38.049-05:002013-06-03T12:21:38.049-05:00You have to go back! I've gotten some great st...You have to go back! I've gotten some great stuff there before.Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16842611749073935723noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978925481748522797.post-80483970084238857222013-06-03T12:19:43.336-05:002013-06-03T12:19:43.336-05:00PREACH. I agree!PREACH. I agree!Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16842611749073935723noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978925481748522797.post-30210327610996788372013-06-03T12:18:57.937-05:002013-06-03T12:18:57.937-05:00I love "never show fear". Well said!!I love "never show fear". Well said!!Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16842611749073935723noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978925481748522797.post-74689824255116448992013-06-03T11:53:19.819-05:002013-06-03T11:53:19.819-05:00I went to my car with my bag of stuff going "...I went to my car with my bag of stuff going "How could I have handled that better? WAS there a way to handle that better?" :( I need to take things less seriously, but it IS so unnerving!Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16842611749073935723noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978925481748522797.post-30736905106797426902013-06-03T11:51:46.295-05:002013-06-03T11:51:46.295-05:00There's something about dressing vintage that ...There's something about dressing vintage that makes people think "Oh, why not trample ALL OVER the boundaries of personal space/ polite conversation, after all, she's wearing a square dance dress, this must mean she wants to be manhandled or talked about in public, right?" I need to do a whole other post about that some time. Emma from Fiercest Lilliputian was JUST mentioning this on Facebook the other day, and it struck such a chord! <br /><br />I, too, try to be as polite and friendly as I can in public, but in the face of the kind of stuff you mentioned in your comment? The patience of Job would be tried! I need to work on my Garbo, I just get flustered and frazzled.Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16842611749073935723noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978925481748522797.post-70603861379444428262013-06-03T11:45:35.420-05:002013-06-03T11:45:35.420-05:00Haha, "Open the doooor, for your mystery daaa...Haha, "Open the doooor, for your mystery daaate...who is, unfortunately, John Tesh..." :)<br /><br />I am so glad to hear I'm not the only one getting these over-sharers, over-impositioning people! I thought maybe I was being too sensitive.Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16842611749073935723noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978925481748522797.post-66312789337833639252013-06-03T11:40:00.492-05:002013-06-03T11:40:00.492-05:00I guess the 50-60 years olds have less to lose/ su...I guess the 50-60 years olds have less to lose/ subscribe to the "nothing ventured, nothing gained" philosophy? I have had some we-e-e-e-ird encounters with that age group in thrift stores. I thought it was my vintage look, but now I think it's just dudes being weird dudes way past the age range where they should.<br /><br />Thanks for reading and commenting! :)Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16842611749073935723noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978925481748522797.post-5134639124811460562013-06-03T11:33:49.176-05:002013-06-03T11:33:49.176-05:00See?! That's what I'm talking about, that ...See?! That's what I'm talking about, that INSISTENT conversation long after the friendly exchange of pleasantries. I sure don't want to be rude to someone, but sometimes it seems like anything short of "LEAVE ME ALONE." is not getting through to them. And I don't mind exchanging a hello or acknowledging someone else's presence, but some people (like your Madison gal) take it too far!Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16842611749073935723noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978925481748522797.post-13315497859940202872013-06-03T11:31:51.679-05:002013-06-03T11:31:51.679-05:00Man, how many free drinks I would have won on that...Man, how many free drinks I would have won on that creeper game. It's like wearing vintage clothes puts a target on your back (on top of being a girl, of course)! I love the "AS IF!"Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16842611749073935723noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978925481748522797.post-8031384366586207552013-05-31T23:56:12.162-05:002013-05-31T23:56:12.162-05:00Um YES! I used to get a lot of uncomfortable convo...Um YES! I used to get a lot of uncomfortable convos when I worked at Victorias Secret after college. I specifically asked to work in the body care section to avoid interactions...but I still had a handful of weirdo guys who would make uncomfortable inuendo to me and I had no way of escaping...because I worked there. You have to be nice to customers even if they are significantly creeping you out. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16170910814856328134noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978925481748522797.post-80146801959306032192013-05-31T19:39:54.656-05:002013-05-31T19:39:54.656-05:00Gee, I LIKE maniacs! I've worked in mental hea...Gee, I LIKE maniacs! I've worked in mental health (and ER, which is pretty close)all my life. Nutty people are very familiar to me, and well, I'm kinda nutty myself. A few weeks ago my girlfriend and I were at a Pannera just off the Plaza in KC. It's nice there, and the staff lets oddball street types with the price of a cup of coffee hang out. An older guy came up and said "Madam, your hair is beautiful!" I said "I agree! But it's a dye job."<br />He said, "Nevertheless! You are magnificent!" AND he gave may hair a little stroke. What can I say? The man has TASTE! I did notice he had on two different shoes.<br />So, my buddy was horrified that I wasn't horrified. But! He was courtly, and gentle, and like, when's the last time I was told I was magnificent?<br />When we finally packed up to leave, he and his cronies were outside sitting at a table. He said "Madam, the sunlight makes your hair even more beautiful!" <br />My girlfriend yells, "Hey! What about MY hair?" and the bum just gives a shrug.Mrs.Leaphearthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07903237273139458385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978925481748522797.post-44758260724904296532013-05-31T09:19:58.107-05:002013-05-31T09:19:58.107-05:00I go to church downstairs from Southern Thrift, an...I go to church downstairs from Southern Thrift, and I love thrift stores, but the one time I went in there I was completely overwhelmed by all the stuff they have. Good to know there are treasures to be found within. Maybe I'll brave it again one of these days!Paulahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11417825145834262902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978925481748522797.post-47226366978223770342013-05-31T06:20:40.886-05:002013-05-31T06:20:40.886-05:00I too long for the days of manners, chivalry, and ...I too long for the days of manners, chivalry, and BOUNDARIES. Maybe someday they will be popular again. Maybe schools of etiquette will become fashionable! Women are the ones who who chipped away at our protective bubble so we could be more "equal" and free (like Bionce'?) Now we are all expected to be good sport. Eww. Bring back the old days. And creepy men should maybe be reprimanded in a prude mom sort of way. Maybe that would work. Naw..probably just turn em on. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978925481748522797.post-12741119236853514132013-05-31T02:06:01.922-05:002013-05-31T02:06:01.922-05:00if i cant ignore them i grin like a tv-preacher an...if i cant ignore them i grin like a tv-preacher and talk to them in a friendly but very strong voice. this helps with the most. never show fear, it´s like with dogs.<br />and i don´t take it personally - it´s not your fault - THEY have a crack in the teacup.bahnwärterinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02032478343344432338noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978925481748522797.post-63593133941673605392013-05-30T19:10:18.530-05:002013-05-30T19:10:18.530-05:00I've gotten hit-on by a lot of older men. It&#...I've gotten hit-on by a lot of older men. It's so weird and awkward. This was weird and awkward. Poor thing. I bet it left you feeling out of sorts for the rest of the day. Mariela Santillanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05293755332845325555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978925481748522797.post-1334724891904229272013-05-30T18:25:35.769-05:002013-05-30T18:25:35.769-05:00Yeah, there is something about thrift stores (and ...Yeah, there is something about thrift stores (and auctions and flea markets!) that tends to attract weird folks. I remember once when I was about 17 and out thrifting, this older middle-aged guy first told me he liked my shoes, to which I was all "oh, thanks!". Next he was complimenting my hair, and then he reached out and touched my hair!! (!!!) I was so, so horrified. And I also think having retro/vintage style makes people think you're kind of a public attraction they can query. Once I also had some guy act creepily insulted with me when I refused to let him take my picture (again, WTF people?!). I like to talk to strangers sometimes, as you never know what interesting stories they have, but man, when I'm alone and older men start talking to me, it just unnerves me! I am pretty good at getting my cold-shoulder Garbo act on though ;)Dakotahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06955329474063496047noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978925481748522797.post-35696171853977183382013-05-30T17:14:37.673-05:002013-05-30T17:14:37.673-05:00I get a lot of random strangers wanting to tell me...I get a lot of random strangers wanting to tell me their troubles/ life story when I'm out and about. I think I just have my shrink "tell me all your problems!" face on at all times. :/ As for men, well, sometimes I think they're just hopeful!! ;) Also, loved the John Tesh mystery date game!! LOLOLThe Frugal Shrinkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14648381912678026120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978925481748522797.post-36086493298297810042013-05-30T13:46:51.940-05:002013-05-30T13:46:51.940-05:00I get WAY more creepy attention from the 50-60 yea...I get WAY more creepy attention from the 50-60 year old category of men than the "Ethan Hawke" variety, I find it very weird. I used to think men my age were uncooth and too be avoided (im 38), but I'm beginning to revise this opinion.<br />Love your blog. Thank you for writing! Kellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05540360737741966362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978925481748522797.post-17635188956553574542013-05-30T12:39:49.305-05:002013-05-30T12:39:49.305-05:00There are a lot of people who are socially clueles...There are a lot of people who are socially clueless and I suspect do not read body language and facial expressions all that well. And then there are lonely people and flat-out creeps.<br /><br />I don't feel very obligated to talk to strangers when they talk to me. It really depends on what they say and how they say it. I walk downtown as part of my workweek commute and am often surprised at people, mostly men, who will talk to me when I haven't made any eye contact with them at all. No invitation! If they say hello or good morning, I usually reply. But if it's hey baby or something, I am deaf. Once I was crossing an intersection and the man crossing in the opposite direction really aggressively said HELLO! It was not friendly. I didn't hear him. <br /><br />I think you did OK in the thrift store. I generally want to reply politely but not have a long conversation with strangers. <br /><br />This week I was sitting on the concrete walkway at the Madison Library eating a snack and a woman said it was a shame I had to sit on the ground like that. I agreed, and we both noted that there used to be a bench but it had been removed. Then she starts badgering me to complain about it, several times. OK, lady, now your bossiness is turning me off. Sarah W.https://www.blogger.com/profile/03345906191451341411noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978925481748522797.post-5239431947237619472013-05-30T12:13:38.707-05:002013-05-30T12:13:38.707-05:00I feel ya, sister. I sometimes think that it'...I feel ya, sister. I sometimes think that it's the kind of people...guys especially...who frequent these places. I mean, don't get me wrong, WE frequent these places too and we're not weird....or are we?<br />Imagine my situation. I WORK in an antique shop. And it's right next to a flipping pawn shop and liquor store. IN EAST TENNESSEE. I can't count the number of 'good ole boy, too old, too young, toothless, meth head, baseball cap wearing, saggy pants, southern drawl so heavy I can't even begin to understand half of what they said' guys that I get unwanted attention from. And, while I'm not conceited, I find myself---in my mind, of course---going all Clueless..."Ugh, AS IF!!" Outwardly, of course, I'm nice as pie but try to avoid eye contact.<br />In London, my friends and I used to play the 'creeper' game when out together. The girl who collected the first 'creeper' advance got her drinks covered by the rest of us for the duration of the night. I was never the 'creeper' girl. But back here, well, let's just say I'd be a raging alcoholic! Dolly the Birdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05474700945219253368noreply@blogger.com