Honestly? I very much dislike Sunday afternoon walkies, especially when the weather is nice. Why? Because everyone and their mother is out and about as well. And if you adore people as much as I do [sarcasm off] you surely understand, because strange as it is, these “encounters” usually happen on Sundays…
Lilly and I are walking, enjoying the sun and the birds’ cheerful singing. Then I see a larger group of people coming towards us. They were walking three-in-a-row, taking up “my side of the narrow path” as well. They came closer…and closer still… One of those people, a man roughly sixty-five years of age, keeps coming straight at me, no sign of him moving aside. He was going to force Lilly and myself into the mud and bushes.
Well? One of my goals for this year is, to no longer be pushed around by other people and to not back down to just any Tom, Dick and Harry on the street. Even though I was taught as a child, to respect my elders, this situation wasn’t about disrespect towards that man. If anything he was disrespecting me [in my thinking].
I kept walking, looking him square into the face, signaling: “Oh, no no. I won’t back down. And if you refuse to move aside to let me pass, you’re going to have to run me down”. That did not faze him whatsoever. What do you think? At the last possible second he moved aside, still brushing my shoulder. What a prick, no?
I hate Sunday walkies, did I mention that? In passing, he mumbled a few choice words under his breath. Be proud of me, because instead of firing America’s finest vocabulary right back at him, I just kept walking, not giving him any response or satisfaction of knowing, that I was bothered by this scenario.
In the end, I had my “little triumph”, by not backing down to this dipshit. And that’s a fantastic reason for a lovely Sunday evening, instead of dwelling on that encounter today, no?
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