I’m 34 and Irish.
You would think that with 34 years of experience being a fair-skinned, freckled Irish gal, I would know that the Sun is not my friend… in fact it hates my fucking guts.
I forgot…
I got burned…
It’s not pretty…
And now EVERY person in my office has to tell me this.
Guy in Elevator: WHOA! Look at you! Get some sun?
Me: No… Why? Oh My God, I’m Red All Over! WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME!?
Receptionist: Did you get burned!?
Me: Not as much as you do on a regular basis… OOHHH BURN!
Manager: Ever heard of sunscreen?
Me: Ever heard of breath fresheners?
Creepy Janitor: Are you sunburned everywhere?
Me: Hey! The restraining order says 50 feet, move it back buddy!
Chipper Cubical Neighbor: Oh my gosh! You’re sunburned! Does it hurt?
Me: …
I decided right then and there that if one more person walked up to me and said the word ‘Sunburn’ I would kill myself. And that’s when Tif walked up…
Tif: Way to go Dumb Ass.
Me: Oh God Thank You!
But That's For Another Blog 
Bahaha!
ahahaha. The elevator guy must have gotten a kick out of your response. Or thought you were slightly fried in the brain also..
fun stuff!
I thought it was funny, but I think he was thinking fried in the head ;-P
Everyone needs more friends like Tif, hahaha! I am a fair skinned too… I go out, the sun attacks me, I get water blisters, people look at me… and I get all the same questions/phrases too. Makes me think “Oh really, noooooo” My mom once said, “after 25 years you should know better (getting sunburned), but I guess not, it took you till you 15 to pour a coke into a cup without overflowing it”
OMG! Been there! I’m 36 and Irish… SO white! I burned the morning of my wedding and had bright white strap marks that night! Ridiculous. Glad to find you through the Crazy Chicks Club! You’re hysterical!