Earlier I made a list of annoying (or humorous, depending on how you look at it) questions/reactions to my hijab. I posted it here, you can probably find it somewhere...hahh yeah I'm a lazy bum.
Anyways, I just remembered an incident yesterday...
Ahem:
A girl who rides on my bus was forced to sit next to me today when there were no empty seats. She seemed nice enough at first, but when she started slowly sliding away from me, then I got annoyed. Really, I mean, I
know I just had gym and all, but I
did put deodorant on....it couldn't be
that bad, could it?! Well, apparently it could - the girl slipped her backpack off and stuck it between us.
Hunh. How rude. Well, maybe I had something on my face, then? I inconspicuously reached up and wiped my cheek, but I didn't feel anything. Strange.
Well, I started talking to my friend who was sitting in the seat in front of me.
She didn't seem to affected by any sort offensive odor or the paint wiped on my face or whatever. Which surprised me, because she was the kind of person who would pull you aside in the hallway even if she didn't know you at all to tell you that your skirt is stuck in your undies and you're flashing everyone your pink underwear with the little butterflies all over it. Yeah. So I was pretty confused, as you can imagine. Or maybe you can't. It's all the same.
So I felt me face again, and this time my hand touched my scarf. Oh, I was wearing such a pretty one that day. It was pink, and it had leopard print all over it. Oooh. I know, be
jealous. Hah.
Anyways, it was at that moment that I had an
epiphany. It was brilliant, I tell you. Well, I figured out that she was scared of me because of my
hijab! I know, genius, right? Like I said - sheer brilliance.
Anways, my friend saw me touch my hijab and she said, "Oh, by the way - I absolutely love your scarf!"
Yes. It was
that gorgeous. Told ya.
Then I thanked her and all, and then she reached over and felt it. She has this strange thing about touching my hijabs. Don't ask. I don't ask either, and I haven't died of curiosity.
Then she said some other stuff about my hijab. I can't remember the details, sorry. I know, it's such a pity. This little anecdote is so good it could have been published, but until I remember the missing peice....
sigh.Yeah. Back to the story. Then the girl apparently gets brave and asked me, "Can I touch it?"
I'm surprised she even says anything to me, and I didn't actually register the meaning of the words at first.
"Uhhh...." I said intelligibly. I know. I told you, I'm a genius.
So she reached out hesitantly to touch the little leopard spots (!!!!) and then I realized what she said and of course, my sarcastic sense of humor kicks in. Yeah, so I was a little more than irritated with her about that whole bad-smell thing. Well, just before her finger brushes my hijab, I leaned back and cried, "NO!
Don't!"Her eyes widened and she immediately edged away further. Little meany cat. Nyaahh.
My friend, who is used to this behavior from me, just laughed.
The girl looked....well, I don't know the word. I'm not done my creative writing course, it's not my fault. Gosh. Just because I'm not a walking talking dictionary...
I kept a panicked expression and said, "No, you
can't touch it."
She blinked.
"If you touch it....I...I...." I gulped and lowered my voice, "It'll
burn."
She positively
flung herself away from me onto the floor of the bus. I'm not kidding - she literally leapt backwards an into the aisle. The bus stopped at the exact moment and she slid a few inches - then her backpack
fell onto her. She let out an "ouch!". Hahh. Yeah, that's called karma, little girl. (Not that I believe in karma and all...).
My friend was rolling around on her seat laughing. I think the bus driver got a bit scared. I kind of did too - Jenna's laugh
is a bit disturbing. Like, she's got that whole mwa-hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaa thing down. Really. No joke.
Then I felt sort of sorry for the girl who was rubbing her head and trying to find another seat. So I told her, "Sorry about that. I was joking, you know. Of course you can touch it." I even offered her the corner of it. I'm so nice, letting a random meanie cat feel up my hijab because karma was not exaclty on her side. That's me, Little Miss Nice. Umm, never mind. I didn't write that. You can ignore it.
Yeah, anyways, that girl didn't seem to consider the gesture generous, and she didn't seem to want to feel my scarf up anymore.
Oh well.
