This morning we left the apartment early because we were picking up the keynote speaker for a conference hosted jointly by Vita and York Simcoe Behaviour Management Services. I had to be downstairs at 6:40 AM while Joe went to get a rental car. It was hot in the main lobby so I waited in the smaller lobby just inside the outside doors.
I brought my book and sat reading. It was early so I was left in the quiet for most of the time. Then I looked up to see the woman I described in yesterday's post, the one who threw herself against the wall as I pushed myself along. The woman who didn't listen to me. I guess I really upset her by looking annoyed, not grateful at the fact that she had made room where none was necessary.
I know this because she yelled at me.
She stopped at stared at me. With hostility.
"I was just being nice to you, I don't know what you people want." She said with way more anger than I thought the event called for. Beside, I kind of thought I was the one with the right to anger. I was the one not listened to. I was the one who didn't want to feel centered out by her actions.
But I guess I was also the one who didn't bow and scrape in gratitude for her actions. I was the one who didn't make her feel better for an act of charity that clearly cost her a lot to give. I was the one who didn't leave her feeling better about herself by debasing myself with gratefulness.
So, it pissed her off.
I looked at her calmly and said, 'All I said was that there was plenty of room.'
She said, 'I was being nice and you didn't even say thank you.'
I said, 'If that's what you need, I'd thank you to listen to me and to treat me simply with the same respect you want.'
'That's not what I meant,' she said storming off.
'I know,' is what I called after her.
Good morning to you too!