Don't call me daughter.

Walking across the street to get away from work today when some lady shouts, "Hey. HEY! You look just like my daughter!" causing me to trip over the curb and stumble around in the gutter for a few seconds. And as I'm picking myself back up and blinking at her, puzzled, she adds: "That's a compliment."

Oh yeah right. You're her mother. You have to say that. (Unless of course you're my mother). Whoever you are, chick, I'm sorry. May you fare better in life than I have.