‘In my day’ (how old am I again?!), girls were shushed, crushed and instructed to be quiet, make nice, and for crying out loud don’t make waves. (I pretty much failed the entire Be Quiet Series but that’s another story). We were carefully shaped into people pleasers. Well, that’s all well & good if you are the ones being pleased. Now that I’m older, slightly wiser, and battling hot flashes, my tolerance for those who take advantage of this phenomenon – or who lack basic manners – is wearing thinner all the time. So is my filter.
A good example from the archives is a time I was returning an item to the grocery store. I stood a respectful distance behind the lady being served at the customer counter, which was equipped with two till stations but only one employee. One by one, some women lined up behind me. As anyone would predict, we all waited patiently for our turn, occasionally sharing eye contact or making small talk. Several minutes later, a man perhaps in his 40’s charged up past the 5 or 6 of us ladies as if we weren’t there (it felt like he metaphorically elbowed me in the face on his way by), demanding to be helped immediately. I don’t know why I snapped, but snap I did. Believe me, this is not my proudest moment: “Hey BUSTER. Didja happen to see this ENTIRE LINE UP of people here, all ahead of you?” He looked back at me like I was an annoying fly buzzing around his beer can. This further inflamed me as you can imagine. “Yes, YOU! What, so WOMEN’S TIME ISN’T AS VALUABLE AS YOURS? Well you’re wrong. BACK OF THE BUS BUDDY!” I pointed to the spot he should have taken at the line’s end in case he had trouble understanding me. “But I need a carton of cigarettes”, he whined. “I DON’T CARE IF YOU’RE GETTING A DEFIBRILLATOR!!! Back of the BUS!!!” The other ladies swarmed around me in a nest of support, murmured similar comments and sent their collective evil eye his way.
In calmer moments, I am cognizant the world contains jerks, mannerless morons, people in bad moods. And you can’t help running into them from time to time. What should I do next time? Be more patient? Express more kindness? Balls to that. Literally. When I see it, I’m gonna call it. Because bad behavior just gets my goat, and I don’t even have a goat.