Lessons in human nature

Interactions with people are always amusing--in one way or another. I believe my levels of patience, or my cap, is pretty pathetic, so maybe I'm not the best observer of human nature. Yet a few interactions last week stand out.

I was at the mall returning a book to the library when I walked by a dress shop and saw a dress in the window that I wanted to have for my honeymoon--so I went in. I asked the guy working there what size it was, assuming it was tiny, and I suppose I scrunched my face when I asked because he was literally taken-aback. He said it was a medium and that I shouldn't frown so much. I looked slideways at him and continued looking at clothes. He proceeds to prophecy over me:
'You're really high maintence, aren't you?'
'No.' I pout. 'I have high standards.'
'Yeah. You're hard to please. How's that going for you?'
(I can't believe this conversation is happening.)
'Fine enough I suppose considering I'm shopping for my honeymoon...' and I flash him my ring. 'So I guess things are going just fine thanks.'
He pauses, all the while just watching me look through the racks. 'So basically you've just found someone who's just as picky as you?'
'Is that a bad thing?'

I try the dress on and love it--there aren't any mirrors IN the change room so I have to come out and he's all over me. 'See I told you not to frown so much--it fits. It looks great. See here,' he starts touching my waist, 'this is so flattering.'

I can't believe he's just touching me, but I'm too....startled to do or say anything. He continues to do this despite my very clear body-language 'get the flip away from me'.

So I leave that store in a daze--feeling totally insulted yet somehow complimented as well. Also having been groped and having done nothing about it and just smiling at him and buying a dress.
People are weird.

Then--this is a little life lesson for you all:
DON'T POINT OUT OBVIOUS PHYSICAL ISSUES TO OTHERS YOU DON'T KNOW OR CARE ABOUT

I feel like that is Life 101, yet a lot of people haven't learned that yet.

I was at my HipHop class, (yes, hiphop yo,) and whenever I exercise I get a really red face and get super sweaty. That's just me. It's been like that since childhood. It's doesn't matter if I'm totally out of shape or in the best shape of my life. And I know it's not a phenomenon unto me alone.

Yet, as I was busting my moves in class an older lady who was too 'dizzy' to participate turns to me and says with a big smile 'Your face is all red,' as if she had said 'looks good!'
It was so bizarre. I was infuriated and humiliated. YES my face was red. Any idiot who wasn't COLOR BLIND could see that (I guess in that case she would have thought I was cyanotic?), but who points that out? She might as well have said 'Your hair is in a ponytail!'

I've been totally wounded like that before in ballet classes as a kid. I was asked why my feet were so wide by this girl named Clarissa who was a petit ballet-bodied Italian girl. And a girl named Sarah told me there were bumps on my arms. As if a young girl isn't aware of these things.

Anyway folks. Do mankind a favour and be kind. Put yourself in the position of receiving the words you are about to say and see how they make you feel before you wound another with a flippant remark.