i do my best to remind myself that people aren’t one thing. if i see someone being unkind, i try to think that something must have happened them on that day to put them out of sorts. because i live in a small town, i have benefit of seeing people i don’t really know in a multitude of situations. i’m discovering, that in some instances, no matter how hard i try, you just can’t polish a turd. in this case, i have to confess, i’m kinda happy about that.
the goose was in an opera last year. one of the mother was always getting her kids to rehearsal late, obviously coming form another activity. she always came in the wrong door, like it was her own personal entrance. a door, by the way, that was locked and required one of the other kids to open it for her. i was a kid wrangler for this production and i saw this happen all through dress rehearsals and up to closing night. at the time i remember thinking that she believed that she had a different set of rules for herself. ones that called on other people to inconvenience themselves so she didn’t have to walk 30 extra feet to the proper door. i had 20 plus kids to pay attention to, so i didn’t dwell, but let it be know a note was taken. this note went on her permanent record.
the next time i encountered this woman was at the theater. she had brought a cup of coffee into the theater. it’s one of the oldest theaters in the country and her need for coffee trumps the preservation of the glorious hard wood floors. you would think that is she was so desperate for a caffeine jolt during the show, she would have guarded the cup with her life. you would be wrong. she left it on the floor…to be knocked over as people were filing in from intermission….spilling it’s contents down the graded floor…into my mother’s purse and shoes. you’ll be shocked to hear that there was no apology to follow.
so i have ranked this woman with all of the early peakers that raked my nerves in high school….that would be a negative zer0.
yesterday, in she waltzes to yoga. i will define the one point of yoga etiquette for those non-yogaers. when entering class you stagger your mat with those around you so that nobody’s view is obscured in the mirror. miss rules-don’t-apply plops her mat right in front of me. i waited, attempting at a benefit of the doubt. maybe she would adjust when she saw i was RIGHT THE F BRHIND HER….
then it occurred to me. she was too busy looking at herself to see me. or anyone else in the room for that matter. i made a big production of sighing and shifted my mat over. if this was at all detected, she hid that fact with ninja-like determination. of course she didn’t stay for the full 90 minute class. super stars like her only need 70 minutes of yoga.
i must confess…
i do derive a great deal of pleasure from the realization that some people are just jerks. maybe she’s the one who started the dance craze…
http://dai.ly/gkinCv (i don’t know if it was the intention of the video creator to be so goofy. it’s actually a cool dance. oi! she has no game)