*the following is a reflection of my experience as a triple minority (black/fat/female), any similarities to your experience(s) or that of your loved ones is purely coincidental. Yes, I do realize that my views may be irrational to some, but this here is my blog … I write what the hell I want.
Some folks make we want to draw the purse strings of my human decency closed … Around their neck … Until they are dead. Case in point (and keeping it one hundred, the reason for this post): My dearest friend Eric and I arrive at a high end apartment complex on the high end side of town. We unemployed/lower middle class plebes actually have a friend that lives there. Upon entering the building, walking past an intense argument between a young Asian gentlemen and a female building attendant bickering over the gentleman’s squatters rights, we approach the elevator. The doors open. Dog. BIG dog. REALLY big dog, one of those sombitches that could stand taller than a human being. I don’t know dogs (i.e. breeds, temperaments, blah, blah, blah), but I do know my history with dogs. It’s dicey at best.
Upon seeing the beast my knee jerk reaction came in words:
“That’s the biggest dog I’ve ever seen in my life.” (a slight exaggeration, but it was preeety damn close to accurate.)
Then came an unexpected rebuttal:
“Really?” (dripping with sarcasm)
Pan up from the annoying shoe gloved feet, to slender frame draped work out couture, to JINORMOURS diamond encrusted left ring finger, to almond colored skin, to oval face, to the jenkiest weave I’ve seen in three months.
again, in that bitchesque tone she says:
As if I were her child and I was carrying on over some non-existent ghost under my bed.
“Yes, really.” I managed.
“He’s a Golden.” she quips …
…like I should have known that at birth, when I honestly didn’t give a fuck what breed it was and didn’t in fact own a pet of the furry variety until I was 22. It wasn’t long before I realized that the dog should have been the least of my worries. It’s master had already proven herself to be a bigger bitch than it could ever dare to be.
Already exasperated by a day full of assorted strangeness we board the elevator.
“Two, please.” I says.
*blank stare* (I mean blank fucking stare, as if I’d been speaking Mandarin.)
Now, regular well adjusted human beings on an elevator standing next to the buttons will often extend the courtesy of pushing the button for the floor(s) others will be heading to. This bitch was not a regular well adjusted human being. The dog actually had a better shot at being one.
“Oh, I don’t work here.”
In that instant I became more disgusted with her than I had been with any human being in a very long time. Her snobbish tone and don’t-you-know-who-the-fuck-I’m-is glare made me want to break something … like her face, her fingers, her legs, well you get it. And I’ll be straight up and say that it’s mainly ego that made me so furious with her. Nobody likes to be belittled openly or covertly and this is what this chick was doing. Somehow the circumstances of this … woman’s life had lead her to believe that extending common courtesy was grossly beneath her, and I’ll go further to say she believed that my friend and I were beneath her.
And … I’ll go even further in my attempt to be honest with myself about the situation and say her impudence carried an extra sting because she was black. There is an implied sense (at least in my black experience) that we are all in this together. This implied sister/brotherhood was grossly violated, and I resented the hell out of her for it. I’d come to expect this type of behavior out of certain types of white folk, but I’d venture to say that even their sense of superiority wouldn’t have prevented them from pushing a damn elevator button for another human being.
During that small exchange some small part of me knew that I probably had more grace and character in my toe nails than she had in her entire self-centered frame. Me having the common sense that God and my Nana gave me I knew the truth, but my ego didn’t. Thus this passive aggressive post, because sometimes I just have to allow myself to be fully angry. Now I have been, and since carrying resentments are like eating rat poison and expecting your enemy to die, I’ll let it go. I’ll move forward knowing that in the not so distant future when I am a filthy rich and famous writer standing by the buttons on the elevator of my exclusive condominium complex, when someone boards and says:
I shall not hesitate to have my well trained, denim clad chimp press 2. 😛
ok … I’m done for real.
2 thoughts on “You B**** You!”
Ohhhhhhhhh….you’re good cause I would have said some real choice shit to her. But……you allowed her to be the miserable bitch that she is! She needs to take a lesson from her dog….
I cosign on Michele’s comment and I will say it takes a lot to be the bigger person. As always Cadillac Kimberly to rescue lol she never lets me down. That’s what I call a “first of all!” I can’t wait to see you Wed for Dinner and a Reading. http://renttoodamnhigh.eventbrite.com/