winning doesn't always spell victory
duh!! i don’t even think i glanced at her. i just recognized her existence -- by force, that is -- when she raised her voice for everybody’s hearing pleasure!"AM I BOTHERING YOU??!!"
an irked lady asked me."ha?? ah, eh.. no, ma'am" i replied in shock.
"SO WHY DO YOU STARE AT ME LIKE I SHOULDN'T BE HERE??!!"
was her one million dollar question that led to this encounter.
oh, brother.."was i looking at you, ma’am? i didn’t realize that.” i quote myself in an effort to be excused.
'WHAT, YOU THINK I'M CROSS-EYED??!!" snaps the feisty lady.
i swear my mind wanted to exclaim, “ hey, you, judge hatchet dead ringer, give me a break! hmmppp.”
it’s a good thing that brains can’t sound off loudly, and only the voice is heard; thus, what she got from me next was a carefully worded remark :
“i am profusely sorry if i made you uncomfortable, ma’am. not my intention, really.”with that, she left – but not before saying,
“WELL, NOW YOU’RE ADMITTING YOU’RE IMPOLITE! WAIT TILL YOU BECOME MY AGE, YOU'LL HAVE YOUR SHARE OF RUDENESS FROM THE YOUNG!”my, my.. damn if you do, damn if you don’t. :-(
how can some people just come out of nowhere and exclaim what they simply imagine!?
paranoia strikes again.
if this happened not on my lucid interval, such provocation would have made my day. i ain’t gonna walk out a loser, no way! grrrrr..
gracias for the blessing of manners, i remembered not to throw an eye for an eye – at least not with a much older lady. i may not have asserted my innocence, yet i got the onlookers' cheering with my show of patience. i didn’t need to prove anything; they all knew better.
dr doogie howser had a point when he once said,
“winning doesn’t always spell victory;
and losing isn’t always a defeat.”
it's enough win that the wristwatch i'm eyeing fits my budget..and it's in the bag:-)
as life goes on..
