In my post Mystery Award I mentioned that I recently felt insulted by a waitress.
It was during another warm day on our vacation in Greece.
We decided to not go to the beach since we were both nearing a sunburn.
We walked around for a bit.
Looked around in the gift shop.
When boredom started to kick in, I bought a cheap nail polish.
We went back to bar.
While I started to apply the nail polish, Jasper waved to the waitress to get us a drink.
She wrote down our drinks and didn’t forget to give me “that look”, which made me feel really uncomfortable.
At first I thought she would say something about the smell, which I could agree with.
But since half of the people around us was smoking, and I didn’t see a “non nail polish” – policy, I tried to not care.
She came back with the coffee we ordered.
“Show me your nails”, she
I was surprised. Was she suddenly interested?
Proudly I showed her my organey-red nails.
Unfortunately I had my hopes up high in humanity.
She gave me a disapproving look.
“You made a mess”.
She walked away, leaving me confused.
What she said, didn’t make me angry. She was simply the obvious.
The way she said it, made me a little angry.
But the fact that she thinks she is allowed to interfere in my life like that, made me furious.
There were many things running through my mind to insult her back.
“I’m going to talk to your manager and make sure you get fired”.
“Have you taken a good look in the mirror?”.
“How dare you say something like that to an intellectual like me, you pity little waitress”.
(The amount of sense this makes, is zero).
The game of insulting could continue until the weaker one would eventually would burst out in tears.
In all cases, that would be me.
I spared myself the embarrassment and energy and decided to be “bigger person” here.
I knew already then that she’d gave me the inspiration to put my frustrations into a blog 😉