First Impressions

This morning amused me.

I walked into Starbucks,bobbing my head to my Ipod.

I was dressed in skinnys and a black T.

Looking like a troublesom teenager(or so this old woman thought)

She eyed me distastfully, as if she'd bit a rotten apple.

I smiled at her before plopping down in the nearest arm chair.

Slinging my leg over one of the arms.

Earned me more looks.

I was running a test you see.

On her, only she didn't know it.

I leaned down to pull out my crocheting.

Pulled out my yarns.

And began crocheting.

She came over all friendly and smiling.

Asking what I was making, all the sudden the troublesome teenager

Became a respectful intersting little adult.

Funny how first impressions are.