Note to self: “It could be a lot worse.” is not a compliment.

I’ve come across a lot of interesting types working at a coffee shop. It’s really the perfect job for me. People-watching has become almost a hobby of mine, and here I get paid to observe and talk and analyze all I want.  It’s pretty great. In the past year that I’ve worked at Starbucks, I’ve accumulated many memories and laughs and definitely more than a handful of headaches. I’ve had my future predicted, I cultivated a work-hours relationship with a homeless man, I’ve been asked if I could offer up a room in my house for the night,  and I’ve been compared to Zooey Deschanel one too many times. I’ve been hit on and complimented and yelled at. (all more than once and in no particular order.) I’ve heard beautiful accents and met people from all over the world. I’ve wanted to give some big hugs and slap others across their face. And I’ve had wonderful and even meaningful conversations with so many. It’s been a ride. But the guy I met just a week or so ago? Well. He takes the cake.

Here’s the thing. I freeze when people insult themselves. I feel really awkward and I don’t know what to say,especially if I can’t white-lie compliment myself out of the situation. Self-insulting is something I personally don’t do in front of anyone but the husband & occasionally a best friend. It doesn’t make sense to me. Why do people publically insult themselves?! I understand it if a slender teenage girl says something about how she needs to lose 10 pounds and her friends then tell her that she’s being stupid and looks great. It stems from insecurity and the need for reassurance. I get that.  But what do others expect you to say when they tell you  something like “I’m sooo fat.” …And they actually are very overweight!?  I do not get that. Sadly, because I work at a coffee shop with skinny vanilla lattes and nonfat fraps, I hear things like this from people a lot. And every single time that I hear something like “Oh, no I can’t drink that. Look at me!” or “Better order the skinny today,I’ve gained so much weight.” or “With nonfat milk. Lord knows I need it.” I completely choke. I can’t lie at the risk of sounding fake or obnoxious and I’m obviously not going to reply with “Oh, well, yes. I do see that you are quite large. Let me make that extra skinny for you today, ma’am.”   I don’t want to just stay silent either; I feel like that would be just as uncomfortable and I hate weird silences. What I’m saying is, I’m a neurotic and nervous over-analyzer. So instead, I usually just give a weird sounding half-giggle and strange smile that probably makes me sound and look like I belong more in an insane asylum than a coffee shop. The other day I finally had the courage to try something that I thought resembled a compliment.Let me give you the background information first.

The self-insulter: An overweight and very sociable black man probably in his 40’s walks into Starbucks. He comes in quite a bit and he’s always extremely friendly. I have the feeling he was quite the player back in his day. I’m working with a girlfriend of mine and we’re both talking to him when I pick up his cake and scan it. I say “Mmmmm. Cake. This looks good. I might buy a piece later.”  He then gives a piece of advice (but not cake. Boo.) to both me and my girlfriend. He tells us “Oh,No. You girls are too pretty to be eating cake. That’s what happened to me! Look at me! How do you think I got this way?” Well,poop. There it is again. The awkward self- insult. My mission: Say something! Don’t give manic, crazy person giggle. What I say: “Well, it could be a lot worse.” It seemed like a compliment at the time. In retrospect, not so much.

The dude proceeded to stick around for the next ten minutes and talk about my compliment, which he seems to have taken as an insult. Oops.  However, he was laughing and seemed to be good-natured about it. He asked my name before he left and told me I could watch him on the news that night, jumping off a bridge and saying “Christina did this to me.” He lied. He visited me twice at work yesterday and (jokingly, I hope) asked what it would take for me to leave my husband for him. When this didn’t work, he told me he sometimes tells other girls with boyfriends that it’s okay, he can just be the boyfriend on the side. That’s sweet. I’m a nice girl and I humored him but it eventually got a little old.  When I was finally getting rid of him he left by telling me “There’s only so much beauty I can stand for one day.”  As tempting as this conversation was, I couldn’t leave my husband for this voluptuous piece of meat. He’d regulate my cake-eating.

The verdict: I suck at complimenting self-insulters. Therefore, nice 40 year old men with bad pick-up lines should just buy their coffee and be on their way.

The good news: Whenever I come home to my husband, every-day moments like this always remind me. Hey. It could be a lot worse.

6 thoughts on “Note to self: “It could be a lot worse.” is not a compliment.

  1. mom says:

    Next time, maybe just ignore the comment and just give a little giggle, or change the subject. What out for those guys who hang around and flirt too much, they could be a creepy stalker! =/ Be safe, girlie. Your momma loves you and wants you to be around for a very long time, even though you drive me completely crazy! LOL! 😉

    P.S. Will you be joining us for the game tomorrow?

    • This is getting a bit more sjceubtive, but I much prefer the Zune Marketplace. The interface is colorful, has more flair, and some cool features like Mixview’ that let you quickly see related albums, songs, or other users related to what you’re listening to. Clicking on one of those will center on that item, and another set of neighbors will come into view, allowing you to navigate around exploring by similar artists, songs, or users. Speaking of users, the Zune Social is also great fun, letting you find others with shared tastes and becoming friends with them. You then can listen to a playlist created based on an amalgamation of what all your friends are listening to, which is also enjoyable. Those concerned with privacy will be relieved to know you can prevent the public from seeing your personal listening habits if you so choose.

  2. Meg says:

    Lol!!

    I self insult sometimes ahaha. I don’t even really notice I do it though!

    I feel like I can handle self insulters. I don’t know how haha but I’ve never noticed myself having any problems with them. Idk I guess cuz i just look at it like, if they’re insulting themselves, I’m going to be honest with them haha not mean but if someone has horrible acne and is like “oMGGG i hate my face acne blahh” i’m not gonna b like “whatt you don’t have acnee…” hahah i’d just be like “you should try blah blah or blah blah”

    LOL at “It could be worse” hahahahaha that’s funny.

    “..I couldn’t leave my husband for this voluptuous piece of meat. He’d regulate my cake-eating.”

    pahahhhaha you could never marry someone who’d regulate your cake eating. Neither could I! that’d be so annoying. and rude.

    • haha i guess i do too. but silly/funny stuff. calling myself weird or crazy or that i look crappy that day. but when it’s stuff you know someone probably doesn’t like about themselves…it weird for me to reply.
      you are much more honest but still tactful in your responses than i am! i’ve noticed that. i need to learn how!

      cake regulating=such a mean thing to do.

  3. haha!
    I’m always putting myself down and don’t realize it until it’s already out in the open. It’s a really bad, annoying habit! Allen hates it.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s