I am not a very pleasant fellow – as certified by my wife.
The son often reads Quora, an online discussion forum, which has the recurring theme, “Was I The Asshole?” I did it again – or did I??! You be the judge.
The wife and I entered a small variety store – think Wal-Mart-Lite. As many stores do, the entrance aisle was narrow. Ten feet in, the store had put clothing racks on either side, narrowing traffic even more. Two corpulent women stood, examining clothing on one rack. Their shopping cart was crossways to traffic flow, with its nose buried in the far rack.
We, and the couple behind us, could not proceed. I reached ahead, and moved their cart parallel to the aisle. We all started forward. Just as we passed, I heard one woman complain, “He’s not a very pleasant fellow, is he?” Despite the fact that the wife insists that I need hearing aids, I heard her mutter, “No, he’s not, is he?”
Now, some of my readers might be surprised, but being voted a pleasant fellow by a random idiot bunch of total strangers is not on my list of desired goals. Then I started thinking about the encounter. Just what would I have had to do to be considered pleasant??! What did I do, to deserve such denigration?
I didn’t scream or yell. I didn’t raise my voice. I didn’t demand. I didn’t curse and swear. I didn’t insult either of them. I didn’t say a word. I didn’t even require that one of them actually move the offending obstacle.
I could have put a smile in my big, stertorous, public-speaking voice, and sweetly asked, “Could someone please take their inattentive and exasperating head out of their Fucking ass and move this piece-of-shit cart, so that I can get into this God-damned store??!
But no! This was more like a good day at work. No-one actually died. There wasn’t much blood, and the flames were quickly extinguished. What does a fellow have to do to be declared polite and pleasant, and not get voted off the island?
Now it’s your turn to vote. Was I the asshole?? Or just a pleasant, if not totally innocent, bystander?
I’ll tabulate the ballots on Friday. No Fibbing. 😉