just a bunch of bullshit

I would like to lightly explore an interesting aspect of being in the service industry while under the influence of being normal-face challenged. You see, a lot of the general public, me being one of them, are not real keen on guts or blood, or lets say..stitches and a black eye? I understand this, and that's why I didn't take it as an insult when the owner of the restaurant I've been working saw me, and then swiped the schedule off the wall for examination of which employee should be called immediently to replace me and my shift. "I'm not trying to be a jerk..." he said to me while looking intently at the schedule.
"I know." I replied. "I wouldn't want some girl serving me food like this either."
I think he counted to ten, because after I witnessed some whispering and goings on, he just went and continued seating guests. Luckily. A big party was arriving and he needed me to stay. Good thing. Because I'm BROKE and all.

Here's the interesting part: Out of seven tables, only ONE looked at me like I was being really rude. I usually tried to slip the main points of the accident about the black eye and a spooked horse into the conversation. A few understood, and even found it interesting. Only two people actually asked about it. Everyone else? They weren't buying my story for one second. I MUST'VE ReeEALLY been hit. By a man. One woman even pulled the bartender aside and said to her: "Yeah, horses. that's the best excuse I've heard so far." I thought this was odd because I was sure I did a great job of expressing to her that "I would NEVER let that happen, I'm sorry that you don't know me ma'am but, I am not that person, I assure you."

I was actually innocently defending my character, as I looked to the side and remembered the "bartender" standing within conversation radius. She is such a great woman, very funny and outgoing. She gave me the nickname "Full-Moon-Hussy"- DON'T YOU LOVE HER ALREADY? Anyway, the first time I met her she had two black eyes, admittedly inflicted by her live in BF.
The sight of her, the thought of her black eyes and the words coming out of my mouth didn't belong near each other. The last thing I was trying to do was to insult her.
On my drive home, I was thinking about the seventy five thousand other times I put my foot in my mouth (sag rising). In comparison I've come to the conclusion that this time, this one was put forth to do good things.

I'm thinking of it like that ONE person that walked up to me while experiencing "saturn hell", and told me the ONE THING I am STILL learning. That nasty old woman unintentionally said that ONE thing that is really tying everything together.

I might've been that nasty old woman to the "bartender" but the THING IS- Does she realize that? I really hope she wasn't offended.
In my opinion, people shouldn't be separated into race anymore, ever. They should be separated into -those that realize -and- those that don't. well, and the rest- who are learning everyday. Or, this could be my way of bullshitting my way out of an embarrassing five seconds, who knows.