And Still I Rise

I think there is something about me that attracts "professionals" gone wild. Some time ago, I blogged about a doctor who made me feel very uncomfortable during a breast examination and now the optician and hairdresser have joined the show.

During the eye examination and subsequent discussion the optician was acting all flirtatious. I easily deflected all conversation about him liking pretty and offers to call when it is time to pick up the glasses. Couple hours later I went back to collect and this time the flirtatious chatter had moved to actual touching. I have to wonder why men persist even when the object of their desire is clearly showing disinterest.

Later that same day,am at the hairdresser's and the chemical is burning the life out of me. I signalled the woman to wash out my hair only to be asked "if I not accustommed to feeling hotter pain that that". Some people have told me it was humourous but I definitely failed to see the humour since not only was my head on fire but she was showing a distinct reluctance to wash it out. It took me blowing my cool to get the matter taken care of. Apart from that,she isn't the regular person who deals with my hair so we have not built up any rapport that would lend itself to her idea of a joke. Guess who is not touching my head ever again.

Spare me lord from these "professionals"