I had to be a bitch about it.
At work today, I was called a bitch by a total stranger. While in the restroom, a woman who was in a stall asked if I would mind handing her some toilet paper. I agreed to and looked in several stalls for the paper. We have dispensers that hold multiple rolls, and I found a roll that was stuck in the "up" position. I fought to get it out, making some struggling sounds, I suppose. I got some from another stall and, throwing it over her stall door, I told her to catch.
She then says to me, "You don't have to be a bitch about it". This elicits laughter from me, and in my sweetest southern accent I say, "Well, that's not very nice! Let's see if I do a favor for YOU again!"
How have we collapsed as a culture that help from a stranger causes a surge of misplaced anger? I'm a moody person, but I reserve my bilious anger for those that have earned it.
Just to let you all know, I am not soured by this experience. Like Blanche DuBois, I still believe in the kindness of strangers. We have to hold the quilted fabric of our society together somehow, right?
She then says to me, "You don't have to be a bitch about it". This elicits laughter from me, and in my sweetest southern accent I say, "Well, that's not very nice! Let's see if I do a favor for YOU again!"
How have we collapsed as a culture that help from a stranger causes a surge of misplaced anger? I'm a moody person, but I reserve my bilious anger for those that have earned it.
Just to let you all know, I am not soured by this experience. Like Blanche DuBois, I still believe in the kindness of strangers. We have to hold the quilted fabric of our society together somehow, right?
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Blanche Debouis ended up getting really fucked over in that play, right?
Maybe being a bitch is a healthy thing?
Instincts are the way to go, apparently. Blanche WAS a patsy. Fuck the world!
The memories we make at work....thankfully, they make us laugh. There are a few good strangers out there, but I'm not sure if they live in this town...lol