A short story from real life. Mine.
Wherein, while at lunch, an aquaintance, who I shall call Grumbly Gertrude, was rude to me for no discernible reason.
I don’t know why what I do makes Grumbly Gertrude unhappy, but it does. I barely know the woman however I’m guessing I bring out her inner demons.
As they say.
Anyhoo here’s what happened: at lunch with many people sitting around a table Sam the Sincere asked me politely about how my blog was going. I answered in a few sentences saying, in essence, it was going well.
Sam the Sincere turned to Grumbly Gertrude and asked her politely if she had a blog?
Sam the Sincere, for some reason, was under the impression that because Grumbly Gertrude and I were English majors in college at about the same time, that it’d follow that we both wrote personal blogs.
He was being a kind guy keeping the conversation going, you know?
Welp, Grumbly Gertrude seemed annoyed with Sam the Sincere’s question, choosing to glare at me while she answered the question by saying that she did not have time to have a blog because SHE. HAD. THINGS. TO. DO.
Unequivocalness? She had it. Politeness? Not so much. A blog? No way.
Of course everyone at the table started looking at me, waiting to see what I’d say back to Grumbly Gertrude and her odd passive-aggressive response to Sam the Sincere’s innocent chit-chat question.
And do you, my gentle readers, know what I did? You’d be so proud of me.
I smiled. Like Mona Lisa.
A smile inscrutable in its meaning, polite, but hiding my real thoughts about what the heck is wrong with Grumbly Gertrude and her snarly answer.
And about how a delightful blog post story had just been handed to me while I did the things I had to do– in addition to writing my blog. 🙄