…or a person by their laugh. Or whatever.
I’ve been in and out of the bank where I have a car loan. The lady servicing me pissed me off the very first time with her deadpan, almost rude expression.
However, over a few phone calls and some more visits, I realised that under the layers of foundation and fake grey lens, was a smile itching to wrinkle-up her face.
There was still something warm about her, though her face seemed to have OD-ed on botox and went to deadpan hell.
But a smile or a laugh is no guarantee of bonhomie either. I had an amazing 3 hours at one of the city’s best spas recently, to do a review. The ‘therapist’ was skilled and efficient. Except that she followed up every response with a brief, practised laugh that really freaked me out.
It went something like ‘eh-ha’, and lasted precisely 2 seconds. It was her personal twitch, I think. By the second hour of the treatment, I was very careful not to say anything close to a joke, or anything that required a lengthy response from her.
No such luck.
“May I use the washroom before the next treatment?”
“Sure, eh-ha.”Both victims of social pressure, methinks. To be someone they were not comfortable being. First was probably told she needed to cling on to her fast-disappearing youth. The other was asked to be friendly, even if just polite and efficient would have passed muster.