You don’t shush the shusher!

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Today, at work, I was helping a lady at one of the computers. I was walking her through our printing software. And this old lady at one of the other computers shushed me.

I am the whitest white girl I know (Laura is probably a bit whiter, maybe. It’s close.) and even I had to reign in what little smidge of ghetto, the smidge that whipped my head around with a look on my face that said, “Uh uh. You can’t shush me. I work here! Get this straight, I’m the shusher. You are the shushee. Shushing a shusher? Are you serious?! Shushing me? No. RUDE.”

I did turn my head to see from whence the shushing, but I of course said nothing, because if I had said something it would’ve probably gotten me fired. It made me really mad though. I mean, I was helping someone, it wasn’t like we were being noisy or goofing around. Also, I didn’t recognize her, so maybe she didn’t know that I worked there? I think it shocked the others in the computer lab as well, because everyone turned and looked at me and we ALL had the same, “Really, lady?” look on our faces.

Shushing the shusher. Get real.

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