Item #453 on the quite long list of things which make me cranky: People who think that I am a dumb, rich, white girl and treat me accordingly.

When I go into your extremely crappy little furniture shop hoping to buy a crappy little rug for my apartment, do not try to fool me into spending $250 on your crappy rug. I am neither stupid nor rich. And when I ask to look at end tables, don't try to sell me on a set of end tables/coffee tables/sofa tables because you think that I'm rich and don't tell me that you can make me a deal on the 3 of them for a mere $300 because I AM NOT AN IDIOT. The best part was when you showed me a sample of the wood that they were made of and it was incredibly obvious that they were made of stained CRAP. Seriously, my $10 IKEA end table is of a nicer wood.

I'd like to patronize local businesses, but when they patronize me instead, it just doesn't work out. Put some goddamn price tags on your furniture and quit trying to rip a person off just because she happens to be wearing a nice skirt that day, okay? (For those of you keeping track at home, it was my red velvet. Purdy.)