last weekend at the farmers' market i was talking to my friend peter about my upcoming surgery (he was asking if he could do anything to help) when a woman in her 60's walked up, gave us both nasty looks, muttered under her breath, and walked away. peter and i commented that it was weird and went back to talking.
today i was standing at the booth helping a couple (they were inquiring about wedding favors) when i noticed the same woman hovering around. she approached the table, scowling, and interrupted me:
60: were you here last weekend?
me: yup. we're here every weekend.
60: figures. i'm never shopping here again.
me: excuse me?
60 (walking away): you heard me. i was coming to spend $50 but this is ridiculous.
me: ma'am if there's a problem i'm happy to talk to you about it.
60 (gesturing to the couple i was helping): last weekend i was here and you were here FLIRTING WITH SOME OTHER MAN about a BLOG. *pshaw*
me: that man was my friend.
60: whatever, that is SO UNPROFESSIONAL. LEAVE IT AT HOME, LADY.
me (at this point i came completely unglued): unprofessional? not that it's any of your business but i am having a DOUBLE MASTECTOMY in two weeks and my friend was offering help.
60: i don't care, this is ridiculous.
me: RIDICULOUS? I'M GETTING MY BOOBS CUT OFF WOMAN. RIDICULOUS?
the woman retreated, screaming things at me that i don't remember but i looked up, completely shaking and near tears and the poor couple getting married was standing there slack-jawed. the woman reached across the table and rubbed my arm. 'oh my god, that was really really weird.' i kept it together-ish and apologized profusely for the fact that they had to witness me being actually unprofessional. they bought their chocolate and left. the woman at the booth next to me (in her 50's) came over with tears welling up. turns out she's recovering from breast cancer. turns out the DUDE in the booth on the other side confided in mara that he'd had the same surgery that i'd just shouted i was having to the whole market. man with breast cancer or gender reassignment, we aren't sure.
anyway, people are dicks.
today i was standing at the booth helping a couple (they were inquiring about wedding favors) when i noticed the same woman hovering around. she approached the table, scowling, and interrupted me:
60: were you here last weekend?
me: yup. we're here every weekend.
60: figures. i'm never shopping here again.
me: excuse me?
60 (walking away): you heard me. i was coming to spend $50 but this is ridiculous.
me: ma'am if there's a problem i'm happy to talk to you about it.
60 (gesturing to the couple i was helping): last weekend i was here and you were here FLIRTING WITH SOME OTHER MAN about a BLOG. *pshaw*
me: that man was my friend.
60: whatever, that is SO UNPROFESSIONAL. LEAVE IT AT HOME, LADY.
me (at this point i came completely unglued): unprofessional? not that it's any of your business but i am having a DOUBLE MASTECTOMY in two weeks and my friend was offering help.
60: i don't care, this is ridiculous.
me: RIDICULOUS? I'M GETTING MY BOOBS CUT OFF WOMAN. RIDICULOUS?
the woman retreated, screaming things at me that i don't remember but i looked up, completely shaking and near tears and the poor couple getting married was standing there slack-jawed. the woman reached across the table and rubbed my arm. 'oh my god, that was really really weird.' i kept it together-ish and apologized profusely for the fact that they had to witness me being actually unprofessional. they bought their chocolate and left. the woman at the booth next to me (in her 50's) came over with tears welling up. turns out she's recovering from breast cancer. turns out the DUDE in the booth on the other side confided in mara that he'd had the same surgery that i'd just shouted i was having to the whole market. man with breast cancer or gender reassignment, we aren't sure.
anyway, people are dicks.