If I live to be a thousand, I don't think I will ever understand what compels some people to just randomly turn into complete, full-bore assholes. But I got a little revenge yesterday on one such person, yes I did.
I had to go to the hospital a few weeks ago. The good news is they were able to save the foot (most of it, anyway). The bad news is minor in comparison - an annoyance, really. See, the infection was pretty bad, so since my stay I've had to go to the hospital daily so they could pump me full of a fairly aggressive antibiotic via the PICC line they installed in my arm. The antibiotic has a few gastronomic side effects which means I have to stay within a short distance of a rest room, because they tend to be frequent and sudden.
One of the side effects is nausea, and it strikes with little warning, though thankfully it's not as frequent as the other side effects.
Now, on to the story.
Yesterday morning I opened my refrigerator and discovered that there was a certain lack of contents. So, I braved a trip to the grocery store. All was well for the first fifteen minutes or so I was in the store. I'd gotten enough stuff to last me a few days and was heading for the checkout aisles when the nausea started becoming very, VERY noticeable. So, I hobbled toward the public restrooms as quickly as my bandaged, surgical-shoed foot could manage.
The hallway to the restrooms, however, was blocked by a somewhat large woman, who was deeply involved in an angry conversation on her cell phone, and showed no signs of moving.
My first effort at a polite 'pardon me' was ignored completely. I tried again, and this time I got her attention - a surly, annoyed 'WHAT?!!!!"
I told her I needed to get past her to use the restroom.
"Well, you can just fucking WAIT! I'm on the phone!"
I indicated to her that actually, no, the matter was quite urgent.
She confirmed her assholishness by smirking at me and saying, "Well, it looks like YOU have a problem, then!"
I literally couldn't wait any longer, so I decided to push past Matilda the Hun. She shifted to the side of the hallway to keep me from passing, actually forcing me back against the wall.
Which was an unfortunate move for her, because it put her squarely in the bullseye.
Yup. She discovered that actions sometimes have consequences. Breakfast was EVERYWHERE, but mostly on her - much to her disgust and ire.
So, if you're one of the employees who had to deal with that mess, I profoundly apologize. I really did try to prevent the situation, and was nearly successful. You can thank the raging, gravelly-voiced hillbilly she-creature covered in technicolor goo for your unpleasant task.
I had to go to the hospital a few weeks ago. The good news is they were able to save the foot (most of it, anyway). The bad news is minor in comparison - an annoyance, really. See, the infection was pretty bad, so since my stay I've had to go to the hospital daily so they could pump me full of a fairly aggressive antibiotic via the PICC line they installed in my arm. The antibiotic has a few gastronomic side effects which means I have to stay within a short distance of a rest room, because they tend to be frequent and sudden.
One of the side effects is nausea, and it strikes with little warning, though thankfully it's not as frequent as the other side effects.
Now, on to the story.
Yesterday morning I opened my refrigerator and discovered that there was a certain lack of contents. So, I braved a trip to the grocery store. All was well for the first fifteen minutes or so I was in the store. I'd gotten enough stuff to last me a few days and was heading for the checkout aisles when the nausea started becoming very, VERY noticeable. So, I hobbled toward the public restrooms as quickly as my bandaged, surgical-shoed foot could manage.
The hallway to the restrooms, however, was blocked by a somewhat large woman, who was deeply involved in an angry conversation on her cell phone, and showed no signs of moving.
My first effort at a polite 'pardon me' was ignored completely. I tried again, and this time I got her attention - a surly, annoyed 'WHAT?!!!!"
I told her I needed to get past her to use the restroom.
"Well, you can just fucking WAIT! I'm on the phone!"
I indicated to her that actually, no, the matter was quite urgent.
She confirmed her assholishness by smirking at me and saying, "Well, it looks like YOU have a problem, then!"
I literally couldn't wait any longer, so I decided to push past Matilda the Hun. She shifted to the side of the hallway to keep me from passing, actually forcing me back against the wall.
Which was an unfortunate move for her, because it put her squarely in the bullseye.
Yup. She discovered that actions sometimes have consequences. Breakfast was EVERYWHERE, but mostly on her - much to her disgust and ire.
So, if you're one of the employees who had to deal with that mess, I profoundly apologize. I really did try to prevent the situation, and was nearly successful. You can thank the raging, gravelly-voiced hillbilly she-creature covered in technicolor goo for your unpleasant task.
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