The Norma Rae of Hats

This involves my friend Ed who dresses like a matinee idol..impeccably stylish…treating his wardrobe with the deference due a king.

That said.

We were working together in a vast space amid many tables and chairs.

Ed had gotten up to get coffee.

I was stretching my legs, when a guy with a plate filled with eggs, sat in Ed’s chair.

It wasn’t so much that he sat there, even though twenty other seats were available, it was that he moved Ed’s hat.

Now to his credit, Ed is a very calm, collected human being, unlike myself whose fuse is the length of a nose hair, so it was no surprise, he didn’t react, and I did.

“Excuse me, someone is sitting there as you can see, by the hat you just moved.”

This ill-mannered putz with a shaved head like a cue ball, looked right through me as if I were glass.

“Did you hear me?”

“Relax.  I’m eating my breakfast.”

“RELAX DID YOU SAY???”  YOU HAD NO RIGHT TO MOVE SOMEONE’S BELONGINGS THE WAY YOU DID AND YOU KNOW WHAT YOU CAN DO WITH THAT TONE OF VOICE THERE PAL.”

I saw that Mr. Entitled was getting a little nervous after he dropped eggs on his lap.

I looked over at Ed who said nothing, almost pretending he didn’t know me, or his hat (gee, wonder why), quietly stirring his coffee.

I stood over the guy like a traffic cop who finally got up and sat elsewhere.

Norma Rae: Forget it! I’m stayin’ right where I am. It’s gonna take you and the police department and the fire department and the National Guard to get me outta here!”

I then put Ed’s hat back on his chair, where it belonged, resuming my legendary cheerfulness.

 

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Norma, that little dickens, who looks a lot like Susannah, had finally left the building.

Ed, you can come back now.

🙂  SB

 

 

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About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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16 Responses to The Norma Rae of Hats

  1. micklively says:

    I’m all in favour of folk standing up for their rights. In the great pantheon of human rights, parking space for a hat seems small beer. Just saying.

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  2. skinnyuz2b says:

    Moving someone’s place saver when there are plenty of other seats is the act of a self-entitled bully. He probably assumed you would prefer his company to whomever had sat there before him. I’m glad you put him in his place, Susannah.

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  3. My favorite part was that you resumed your legendary cheerfulness. I applaud that. I would have felt out of sorts for the rest of the day.

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  4. I kind of hope that somewhere, that other guy is blogging about this run-in with you. 🙂

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    • Could you imagine? I’d come off like a first-class looney in his version. “Like I was just eating my breakfast and this cer-azzy girl just had it for me…you know what she needed doncha? A good long night with a real man…as he burped.” 🙂

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  5. I love to have friends like you (although like Ed, I might look like I have no idea who you are during the act!). Unless there was something special about that seat, I have no idea why someone would do that.

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  6. My blood pressure was rising right along with you, and Ed’s “who the ef is that?” attitude gave me a good laugh!

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