Do I look like I care?

Wow! It's been a while since I've posted anything. Thank goodness the blog police hasn't called the BNS-Blog Neglecting Services on me.

I have been rather busy for the last few months. I will have pictures of the fruits of my labors soon. I have just finished Curating this years Dia de los Muertos exhibit. I have such wonderful and talented Artists that have installed amazing Altars and works.

So,now to the point of the title. I was in the fabric store today and I was at the cashier,trying to empty my wallet to pay. I dislike my wallet because the dollars don't fit and I have to fold everything. I muttered (more to myself than to the cashier) that I had too much sh*t in my wallet. I realized I had said it kinda loud (enough for the cashier to hear) and I apologized to her. She holds out her tattooed arms,kinda poses and says

"Do I look like I care?"

I laughed and said "ok, thanks"

but then I thought-

  If I were someone else,

would I interpret that scenario, as if, she were saying that people with tattooed arms,pierced nose,pierced tongue,pierced.....  and dressed like a punk don't care?

Hmmm I just wonder.