While getting my nails manicured, the manicurist noticed a ring on my left ring finger. It was a silver band, engraved with the name of my alma mater. The manicurist asked me if I was married. I told her I was not.
She then asked why I wore a ring on that finger. She proceeded to explain that if men saw a ring on my finger, they would not ask me, and thus, “You will never get married! Don’t wear a ring there!”
Um, okay. First of all, it is none of her business what my marital status is or what I wear and where I wear it. Second, I don’t like her assumption that I must want a husband. Not everyone does, not even taking into account matters of sexuality.
I would have liked to give her the (ring) finger!