I was killing time this early afternoon in a Calgary SC waiting for my vacation flight and approached a beauty for private dances. This lovely looked at me disdainfully and said:
"I don't dance for you stinky, grubby, unshaven rig pigs."
Well!! The 'rig pig' epithet is not offensive to guys like me; it is a badge of honour in fact. Stinky?? No way. I was sweet smelling and freshly manicured to soften up my work-roughened hands for my Toronto dancer whom I was meeting at Vancouver Int'l for our flight to Hawaii. Grubby and unshaven? Perhaps. I was dressed in Hawaiian beach wear and I was certainly unshaven. I was sporting a rampant untrimmed two month growth on my face. My Toronto dancer likes the look. She calls me her 'wild mountain man from the West'.
Do you think that rude girl suffers from pogonophobia? (That word entered my vocabulary in the last year and I never thought that I would ever get a chance to use it on this site.)
Actually, I think she's just an arrogant fool who doesn't realize that judging a book by its cover is costly mistake. For her, that is.
Just laugh all the way the way to your little Hawaiian getaway. :))