Ugly is as Ugly Sees (standard:humor, 900 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Jan 12 2025	Views/Reads: 227/94	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
My heart is more important than my face.

I was drinking a cup of coffee in the middle of the shopping mall. I
don't like going to shopping malls, but The Gracious Mistress of the 
Parsonage sent me to get a new dress shirt for Sundays. 

I told her I could wear the same one I wore last year, but she has
different ideas about the dress code. 

I was drinking coffee to settle my nerves and then pick up a dress shirt
for the year. I don't know why I need one every year because they all 
look the same to me, but The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage 
supervises my dress code. 

While enjoying my coffee for a moment, I watched people as they walked
by. It took me a while, but I began noticing the people walking by me. 

One person was walking toward me, and I almost fainted. I have seen ugly
people before, but this one baked the cake. Maybe it was my glasses, 
but I had never seen anybody as ugly as that before. Of course, I try 
not to look in my bathroom mirror. 

Then, another person was coming my way who looked as ugly as the first
person I saw. I begin to see ugly people all over the place. I didn't 
know if I died and was transported to some planet or something but a 
lot of ugly people surrounded me. 

I will admit that among these ugly people were some very nice-looking
people, but there were not quite as many as I would have liked to see. 

An older woman walked by very slowly, and I saw her face. From what I
could tell, 50 years ago she had a complete facelift. I'm sure it 
looked okay at the time, but over the years, that beautiful face 
developed into a very ugly, wrinkly one. 

I will never know why people have facelifts, tummy tucks, and all that
kind of plastic stuff. When somebody young gets a facelift, they don't 
realize that if they live for the next 50 years, they're going to look 
very bad. A facelift is not forever. 

I read about a woman going for a complete makeover. I don't know what
they call it, but it was going to cost her over $150,000. If I had 
$150,000, I would not put it on my face! 

Why are people so obsessed with how they look? Why are looks so
important to most people? 

I thought about that as I sat there drinking my coffee, wondering how my
life would change if I got a facelift, a tummy tuck, or whatever else 
they do. 

The longer I sat there, the uglier people were as they walked by. But I
got to thinking—maybe they were looking at me and thinking I was the 
ugliest person they'd seen all day. At that moment, whenever anybody 
walked by and looked at me, I smiled—just in case. 

When I got home that night, I hung up my new shirt and went into the
living room, where The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage was setting. 

“Did you get the dress shirt I sent you to get?” She said very
sarcastically. 

“I did,” I said with a smile. 

Then I sat down, looked at her, and said, “Do you think I should go and
get a facelift? And if so, where do you recommend I ought to go?” 

As soon as she calmed down from laughing, she said, “The recommendation
I would give you is that antique store just around the block.” Then she 
laughed some more. 

I was quiet for a moment, and then heard her say, “Is anything wrong
with the mirror in your bathroom? Maybe you need to get a new mirror.” 

Around our living room are pictures of our children, grandchildren, and
even great-grandchildren. Looking at them, I responded, “Aren't those 
children cute? They look so lovely, don't they?” 


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