My political preferences are explained in part by the fact that I can’t relate to people who flaunt their big, fat egos. In fact, I find them repulsive and creepy.
Last evening, I was minding my own business playing billiards at the timeshare resort to which we belong. The billiards table is located in a large recreation room which also holds the resort’s indoor pool.
While I was playing, a couple of older ladies came in to swim. They were noisy, but I figured that was their prerogative, so I minded my own business and didn’t interfere with their fitness ritual.
One of them, though, kept staring at me, perhaps because she thought I was intruding on her space, even though the area is open to members.
I had another errand to run so finished up my session. As I was walking out, the harridan smirked at me and blurted out the stupid comment, “Did you win?”
Speaking frankly, I don’t appreciate strangers playing dominance games with me, especially when I’ve made it a point not to bother them.
Later on, when I was leaving an open house at a local business, another woman, of similar age to the harridan at the pool, stared, smirked and grimaced at me, also looking for acknowledgment of – something.
I have no idea what was going on last evening, the phase of the moon must have brought out the wackos.
Peter is really good at dealing with rudeness like this, and I’m going to ask him what he would have done; I hope it’s rich.