I must be giving off one helluva scent because anyone and everyone with a gripe or grievance has graced my path.
Recently, when I was working, an older woman started to scream at me over something I had nothing to do with. I found myself talking to her like she was armed and dangerous. There were a good 40 other people in the room, so you ask yourself, why me?
Just now I went to the little coffee shop in my old neighborhood, since I’ve stopped going to Starbucks midday. My coffee intake has gotten way out of hand so I’ve been having a weaker blend to curb my habit. That said…I go in and the counter man who I’ve known for years is so rude to me I’m taken aback. “You okay?” I ask, figuring it couldn’t be about me.
“Just tell me what you want,” he snaps, snarling like I just spliced his tires.
I should have just did an about-face, but instead ignored it, and got a coffee anyway. I try to ride the wave of rudeness, don’t ask me why, hoping it will dispel somehow. Wishful thinking on Thingirl’s part.
Then I see a doorman I know who ignores me when I’m standing right next to him. “No good morning?” I say with a smile.
“I said good morning,” he says.
“Oh, I didn’t hear you. I have hearing issues you know.”
“Then you better get-em fixed,” he says, leaving me standing there feeling two feet tall.
I do wonder why we attract this kind of behavior from others whose tongue suddenly becomes a concealed weapon.
My first chord is kindness, despite feeling attacked. Rather than respond in kind, I choose to be the example as stupid as it sounds even to me.
I went over to see Peter the other doorman I’ve known forever, the sage at 1140 Park.
He said, “Ya know, it’s really sad when people act like that. You have to feel sorry for-em Susannah. You do know it’s not you…it’s them.”
I took this in while eating pound cake his wife made while tears rolled down my cheeks. (I’m an Italian Cancerian from Connecticut…what do you expect?)
“You know Peter. I did notice Steve at the coffee shop has looked really upset lately. And as far as Chris goes, I guess if you’ve never had a medical problem that’s slowed you down, it’s hard for you to get it.”
He shook his head yes while we had more cake.
“I hope he never finds out either.”
“That’s right,” Peter said, “if his heart can’t open…open yours twice as wide.”
“I’m gonna go get us coffee from the deli,” I said. Screw my caffeine intake.
“Okay, make mine a tea.”