OLC=Older lady customer
Me= self explanatory
OLC: Oh honey… what happened to you?
Me: (thinking, really? All this fuss over a little bruise on my arm from the bout?) Uh.. what this? *points to little bruise*
OLC: No, your face sweetie… what happened to your mouth
Me: *wiping mouth thinking ohshitlattemustachegonebad
OLC: That horrible, horrible scar on your face! What happened?
Me: *Comprehension dawns. She’s talking about the “car wreck scar” The one I’m really sensitive about and have been so happy that no one even notices it anymore scar* Oh, um, nothing. That’s a really, really old scar.
OLC: Oh. Well no need worry about it, you’re very pretty.
Me: *thinking, shove it.