And Good Morning to you, too!
Aug. 22nd, 2007 01:16 pmHaving just crossed the street on this overcast summertime morning, I turned to walk the sidewalk in front of the Howe-Waffle House on the way to work. One of the more idyllic landmarks of the town, the Howe-Waffle House stands as a tribute to a bygone age of culture, professionalism, and of course – money! At the end of the sidewalk, a woman dressed in jogging clothes walked my way. As we neared each other, I saw that she held out her right hand towards me. And was that… her middle finger? That looks almost obscene. “Is her finger in a cast or something causing her to hold it out like that?” I wondered. Nope. “Well I’ll be…” I realized. “She is actually flipping me off!” Yep. No doubt about it. Nobody else was around. She was giving me the bird.
But WHY? I don’t know this woman. I have never seen her before. She certainly doesn’t know me. All she sees is a man in glasses, a suit and tie, and a briefcase walking her way. Ah yes… the wardrobe. Let’s see. Could I be…
...the high-powered attorney who helped her husband escape alimony payments?
…her ex-husband?
…the landlord who gave her 30 days to pay up or get out?
…the Oppressor man who violated her wombyn-ness?
…the guy who told her “No!”
…the guy who told her “Yes!”
…the boss who fired her for some reason that she finds unacceptable?
I couldn’t believe she was actually flipping me off. I worship in a nature-based religion that respects all life. I work for a health care agency that sets up and maintain programs to help people with alcohol and drug issues. I garden. I cook. I make pretty things. Heck, I’m a pretty nice guy. WTF? To counter her negativity, as we passed shoulders, I turned slightly and wished her, “Good Morning.” She walked a little faster and kept on moving. I laughed.
Soon after, as I neared my building, one of the homeless guys who occasionally parks his bike near the main parking garage sat while eating his breakfast. As I passed by, he smiled, looked up at me, and said, “Good morning.” I did the same.
People… ya just can’t figure them.