I live out in the desert. The beautiful Mojave desert to be exact, not too far from where it joins the Great Basin to the NE and the Amargosa Desert to the NW. Living in such a place affords one the luxury of easily escaping the rat race and finding unhindered and peaceful solitude, unending panoramas of vast nothingness, and some undeniably beautiful sunsets à la those that grace such cornball magazines as Arizona Highways (usually found at reception room of a dentist office).
Living in the city necessitates these trips to the middle of nowhere once in a while, if not just to collect one’s thoughts and, for lack of a better term, to just plain “Chill Out” sometimes. I like the Human Race as a whole (despite my own common sense telling me differently sometimes) and have no real problem with mankind at large. But sometimes, weellllllll, people just ain’t no good. They can be real f**kin’ a-holes. Period. Point blank. No BS and no other way to put it jack. Just plain ol’ f’**king a-holes. And yes, that does include the narrator of this little tale before you right now, my friends….
This was driven home the other day in a most crystal clear way.
I was minding my own, sitting outside at a Starbucks (hey, it’s close! and their coffee ain’t too bad) reading (The Vodou Quantam Leap by Reginald Crosley, M.D.) and enjoying some iced espresso when a couple young kids of maybe 8 or 9 years of age approached me. They were looking to sell some candy (for an orginization that organizes children’s sports leagues at local parks or something similar) when they asked me if I wanted some. I told them no but said, “Thanks, good luck, etc.” and bought them an Italian soda to split. It was right about 105 degrees and they had been walking all day I’m guessing, so I figured it was something nice I could do for them. I remembered being in the same boat selling some kind of candy for Little League a few centuries ago.
So, the little candy hustlers thanked me for the soda and went and sat down. When they were done they made the rounds of the outside tables, greeted with mostly, “No thanks, no money,” and indifferent shrugs. They approached this woman a couple of tables over from me. She was heavily tanned, dressed casually but $$$, and looked like a rich suburbanite alcoholic. She was probably a trophy wife twenty years ago but now drank and took pills to fight the boredom of having money and nothing to do. When one of the kids approached her table she practically hissed at him: “Did I come bother you? Leave me alone. Don’t you know how RUDE it is to interrupt someone? Don’t you have ANY manners at all?” I’m thinking to myself “Jeezus, ease off, Toots, the kid’s pushing maybe 8 years old.” In all fairness, living with the desert heat where you can go weeks at a time with temps well over the century mark will leave the pysche in a constant state of irritation, and little things can set you off fairly easily.
But this broad was just plain rude and snotty and making a production out of this. The kid eased away from here as one would back away from a poisonous reptile. Slowly, carefully, and keeping an eye on her indirectly lest she strike. The poor little dude’s partner unknowingly approached the same table with his sales pitch. And THAT is when the sparks flew. She just tore into this kid almost at the top of her lungs as conversation in all directions ceased to a murmur. She told this kid to, “Go to tell your goddamned mother to buy your shit! I’m not bothering you, why in the hell can’t you have any manners! Stop bothering me you brats! I’ll call the fucking police if you don’t get the hell outta here. Can’t you you read what that fucking sign says ??? No Loitering! Etc.” She just launched on these little goofs. I felt soooo bad for them. Needless to say they bailed, and quickly, I might add. I would have if I was their age.
After I finished my coffee and calmed down, I passed by her table and stopped right in front of it fumbling with a cigarette. She flashed a flirty smile and thought I was probably going to ask her or someone in their party for a light, I think. Rather, I told her what completely out of line fucking bitch she was in no uncertain terms. Only I didn’t say it as nice as that. Her jaw dropped to her ankles as I do not think she had ever been addressed like that. She was speechless. Dumbfounded. In a state of shock, even. I left her sitting there sputtering, trying to get a word out, but she couldn’t. The folks who had witneesed the event from beginning to end were either indifferent or had these little smirks that said “I don’t blame ya.”
Do people such as this think that because they have some higher degree of social standing and financial insulation that everyone else around them is a peon, a slave, someone who will eat shit and like it? And know to keep their mouth shut unless they want to get in trouble or fired? Whatever the case may be. Jeeeezus Christmas!!! Lord have mercy upon the unsuspecting Girl Scout foolish enough to knock upon her door. “Do I want to buy some cookies? Do you want to buy a ticket to the emergency room you little green bitch huh? Do ya, HUH?!!!?”
These kids were obviously economically disadvantaged. Out walking the streets in triple digit heat trying to sell candy so they can get some decnt uniforms or better equipment or whatever it was that they needed badly enough to be out working in this heat. They could have been swimming at the public pool or playing video games under the A/C. Obviously, they were not bad kids. Well-spoken, polite, not pushy with their sales pitch. Decent little kids by all appearance. I could be wrong, but regardless, they were undeserving of the shitty behavior of the woman I’m talking about.
I’m not naive nor am I overly idealistic. The world is full of people suffering from severe cases of full blown “Assholism.” People that wrongly think that there are no consequences for their reprehensible behavior. In this so called “civilized” world of ours, I thought that we had at least come to a point that behavior such as was exhibited was socially incorrect and that it was an acknowledged fact amongst adults that you just do not act like that. Period.
For the record here, I’m not particularly proud of what I did or what I said to this über-beeyotch. Then again, on the other hand, I’m not going to sit around and shed too many tears about it either. I realize that by jumping on her case they way I did, I more or less brought myself to her level, which is what has me a little peeved. But if that’s where the battle must be fought, then so be it. Judging by the stupid, slack jawed, and utterly amazed look on her face when I walked away she will probably think twice before she throws another bitch fit in public. Which is all that matters to me as I won’t be seeing her and her ilk anywhere else.
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