That’s the Difference
At TopPot downtown today, an older woman with a glass of water in her hand walks up to me while I’m putting half-and-half in my coffee.
woman: I really want to dump this on you but I’m not going to.
me: Really? Why?
woman: If I told you, you wouldn’t understand.
me: Humph. You’re probably right.
woman: See? That’s the difference.
Woman walks back to her table. I go to leave and she’s watching me. I look back at her and she has a look of disgust on her face.
I had been thinking about that cup of coffee for about 4 hours before that. I was really looking forward to enjoying that coffee, but I couldn’t taste it since I kept going over the conversation in my head.
June 11th, 2007 at 3:09 pm
Stash, I don’t know what to make of this. I feel you though…I am fuming right now and it didn’t even happen to me! This is the kind of thing that I would dwell on for days…(or at least hours). Why would she say that? What does it mean about me?
I think later on I would think about what I should have done…gone up to her and told her off…let off some steam. But I probably would have just walked out and stuffed it down.
In short, I am sorry that happened…what a shitty experience.
June 12th, 2007 at 4:19 pm
What a surreal experience…a random woman? Did you do something to her? Was she just trying to be artsy? Weird. I would’ve dumped the water on her instead. Ha!