Pish

Midway through my first year of college, my dad came to visit. We took a day to go to the grocery store so that he could stock me up with groceries to last me for a while, then went to a consignment shop so that he could try to find a dining table set for his place in Washington.

At the consignment shop, my dad and I split from each other to look around. He was on the hunt for his dining set and this amazing purple couch had caught my eye. It looked like something Hendrix would have and it was oh so comfortable. I was relaxing on the couch when one of the employees came up to me, a young guy about my age. He said something shitty to me and I responded in a similar fashion. He followed up my response by calling me a bitch.

I found my dad and told him what had happened. The shop owner was apologetic and my dad demanded that she make the boy apologize to me. The boy refused. The matter was not pressed and my dad and I began loading his newfound dining set into his truck. As we were loading the set into the truck, my dad looks at me and says with a chuckle "I would have returned this dining set because of that situation but she was offering the set at such a good price."

My worth was less than the price of a consignment dining set.