I can’t help but draw inspiration from my daily experiences. I people watch, and I guess you could say, I’m highly absorbent to picking up vibes from those around me.
I dropped off a (barely used) centrifugal juicer at a Goodwill facility today. It was around noon, so I treated myself to a Thai lunch feast right across the street at a restaurant I’ve visited for years.
As I entered, I headed toward a small table near another that had two men sitting at it, one older, one younger. It’s natural to look upward when someone enters a restaurant and walks by your table, and the white-haired guy looked as me as I prepared to sit. I offered a tiny smile, which apparently made him uncomfortable. He immediately averted his gaze, and there it remained. No skin of MY nose, as the saying goes.
The ego of man is so prodigious at times, I’m utterly mystified as to how some people actually navigate this thing called life, with an albatross-sized social defect dangling from around their neck. After ordering my Tom Kai with mushrooms and my Shrimp Prig King, I mentally mocked up a quip to deliver to the white haired gent if it still suited me, after consuming my meal.
I must mention here, that my coconut soup was fantastic, but the Prig King as bland! I complained to my waiter. This afterall, is a traditionally SPICY menu option, and they have a little red pepper icon to warn ya about it. I’m like, if-it-doesn’t-make-my-nose run-it-isn’t-worth-eating, kinda gal. Do I REALLY have to doctor my lunch dish at a THAI restaurant?? I asked for chili sauce, which made it edible. On my receipt, my waiter had apparently requested the dish be made “*mild.”
What the fuck! I NEVER order food in any other way but dragon fire-breathing spicy! I left a generous tip because the service was excellent~ but shouldn’t have.
Okay, back to the boys at the next table: I wanted to stoll by, lean in and say: Ya know hon, not every woman who briefly smiles at ya finds you attractive or interesting. Some of us simply have an open, friendly demeanor, and whatever emanates from this sociable aspect inside us is not even specifically gender-triggered.
The two men left before I did, and I’m not sure if that dude could have appreciated my personal slant on this stuff… but in any case, it’s his loss. I do wanna mention how scared of women most males are these days (especially here in California). And frankly, given the pandemic-sized plethora of BPD gals on the planet who wanna take advantage of their good natures, I don’t blame ‘em one little bit.
Then, I’m driving home… almost there, and as I make a left turn onto my street, I nearly run up the ass of a huge white van sitting in the middle of the fucking road! I was a bit shocked, but reacted so quickly, my car stalled. The guy in the driver’s seat called out, “sorry mam, I was just talkin’ to my nephew.” No blinkers, no turn signals, no nothing to indicate this narcissistic cunt needed to block traffic (on an especially wide street, incidentally) for a chat with his relative.
They say, timing is everything. Can you guess what came next?? I got out of my vehicle, put a broad smile on my face, and called out, “I sure hope ya know how to fuck better than ya drive, darlin!” ~got back in my car, and gleefully drove a quarter of a block home to my garage.
Every now and then, ya just have to find ways to amuse yourself.
Your actions remind me of how my late father dealt with people who acted like assholes at times. 😁😁😁😁😁