I don’t like people. A person I can like on a case by case basis but people in general I often find hard to deal with. One of the things (on a very long list of things) I really don’t like is when people talk about you or things concerning you when you’re right there. I consider it the height of rude though sadly I know I’ve been guilty of it in the past. See… even I am people.
I’m by no means an expert on rudeness but I do believe, unfortunately, I can hold my own. I managed to do so yesterday while at the fabric store and right now I’m feeling kind of guilty about it.
We were at the local fabric shop buying fabric for 3 separate projects: a tablecloth, some wall covering and of course, super hero capes (every girl has to have one).
As we stood at the cutting counter there were two older ladies behind us. As I handed the woman at the counter my bolts of cloth one of the women peered at my fabric purchases and said “That’s such a beautiful fabric”. She said it quietly so I smiled to myself thinking “Yes it’s gorgeous but it’s going to be a right pain in the ass to sew”. It was a smooth shiny slippery pink fabric of little girl dreams. K chose it for her cape of course.
A moment later the older woman’s companion whispered “It’s pretty but it’s really hard to work with”.
Even though I had just thought that, I was irritated that she’s passed judgment on my fabric purchase. How rude. How dare she. Just, just, just ahhhhhhhhhh!
She hadn’t been speaking to me, and she had said it in a hushed tone and I’ve always told K not to whisper about people and and and… And I was really hot and tired and frustrated so I turned and said politely “Yes it’s hard to work with, but sometimes it’s worth it to make something special.”
She turned beet red and shut right up while looking down at her shoes. At the moment I felt incredibly satisfied. Today however, I feel kind of like a jerk. Yay for me, I embarrassed and out ruded a total stranger that caused no harm.
I must have really been in a mood yesterday.