It started out such a nice day. I guess that should have been the warning. We are up in Gravenhurst for a restful weekend before beginning a trip that will take us to PEI and New Brunswick. A leisurely breakfast was followed by laying down for a good read. We were heading out and I entered the hallway. Joe had forgotten something in the room so went back in and I waited patiently in my chair.
One of our neighbours came along, glanced at me, then used the key to open the room door. But instead of going in he called to people indoors and they came out. He pointed at me and they all began laughing and talking in a language that I don't understand. I do understand being stared at. Being laughed at. It's happened all my life. For the most part I simply try to rise above. But the wind wasn't blowing that way.
I lost my cool.
I lost my temper.
I let loose with my tongue.
I've learned to never swear when you are angry, I have the capacity and the vocabulary to express outrage and I did. An untapped well of anger rose in me. I grabbed hold of the wheels and began to roll towards them all the while speaking loudly and firmly. Telling them that they were rude, ignorant people who deserved no respect from me. That if they hadn't learned basic manners then I was going to teach them. I heard Joe come out of the room behind me but I didn't care, I kept on rolling.
They froze. Like all bullies, they expected me to be passive and simply let them make fun of me. As I kept pushing, I suddenly felt Joe's hands on the back of my chair and he was coming with me.
They glanced at each other and fled into the room. I got to the door and banged on it. Joe was now telling me to let it go. I banged a couple more times. I'm not absolutely sure but I think I smelled the faint fragrance of cowards shitting themselves on the other side of the door.
That's what happened.
You know what didn't happen.
I didn't let it ruin my day. I got in the car, said, 'That's done with.'
And I had a nice day.