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Photo credit: vintage-retro.tumblr.com (via Pinterest)
You’ve been warned.
I should tell you that I was going to talk about positive things today: the lovely cool weather I met this morning, the fall leaves changing, all that. Instead, I’d like to discuss why women are rude to other women. We need to figure out why, lest I’m arrested for placing my hands around the lovely neck of the next woman that decides to be intolerably rude to me. I’ll start with what occurred earlier this morning: as I waited in line at the cafe at the OK Corral, I saw that one of the cafe employees was taking orders before we reach the register, in an effort to make the line go faster.
When it was my turn, I smiled at her.
She didn’t smile back.
I said good morning.
She replied by asking if she could help me.
I requested my muffin and paid, prepared to ignore this moment and chalk it up to the woman having a stressful, bad morning. I relate. I’ve been in both cafe/food service/customer service: it stinks. She simply didn’t feel like engaging me in morning niceties. Fine.
As I walked away from the register, I heard her cheerfully greet the gentleman behind me with a good morning (taking the initiative before he said a thing) and ask whether she could help him.
I stalked toward the elevator with steam rising from my collar. I was heated. She had the capacity to be nice. Polite. Courteous. Not cold. But she chose not to. Needless to say, my chalking up of her behavior to stress/customer service/bad day flew out of the window.
I would like to say that Madam Muffin’s behavior was an isolated incident. But it’s not. At least once a day, I deal with the rudeness of other women, particularly if a service is being rendered. Whether it’s a sourpuss behind a counter, a cold glance on the metro, so on and so unfortunately forth, I am daily baffled by the occasional (mostly facial) unkindness of strangers. It makes no sense to me. I don’t understand why another woman has to look you up and down as if the two of you are moments from heading into battle. Like I said before, in trying to reason away Madam Muffin’s rudeness, we all have bad days as women. I’ve talked about that. But what is the purpose of unsolicited glares in my direction? Or refusing to greet people? I won’t call myself the most polite person on the earth (there are a few maddening co-workers that, up until my recent adjust-your-attitude speech to myself, would hear crickets when greeting me in the morning), but I do try to be kind to people in the customer service industry, especially fellow women. A smile goes a long way when you’re surrounded by swells of people and their requests.
The question remains: why??
Let me know when you find the answer. Hopefully, it’ll come before I’m taken into police custody. Until then, if I should again cross paths with Madam Muffin, I’ll remain courteous and perhaps suggest that she run outside and take in some of that sweet autumn air. Goodness.
So why do you love autumn so much?
There’s something about that crisp, fall breeze that fills me with hope. It just makes me want to pursue my goals.
You do realize that things are dying in the fall? To prepare for winter?
Yeah, I know.
It just seems weird to put an entire season on a pedestal.
Any more questions, though?
All right. What made you want to become a writer?
I was–and still am–a voracious reader. There was something about stories that called out to me; I wanted more than just reading. I wanted to participate somehow. I think my 4th grade teacher, Mrs. Chrytzer, recognized that when she told me I could become a writer. Plus, as I’ve mentioned before, I’ve been surrounded by stories since birth. I think becoming a writer was inevitable.
Some of your favorite authors?
Langston Hughes, Alice Hoffman, Harper Lee, Flannery O’Connor, O. Henry, Alice Walker, Billy Shakespeare, the list goes on and on and on.
I can see that.
You’re kinda snarky, huh?
Well, I’m you, so…
Can we move on?
Fine, then. What’s with this Square Peg thing?
Fitting in has never been my thing. Even when I wanted to fit in and tried to, I always managed to do things a bit differently. This blog is about embracing that. And discussing a few things that interest me. Plus, I’m square and nerdy and it’s all good.
So, you’re just super confident, huh?
Every day is an exercise in becoming more and more confident with who I am. But no one is 100% confident.
I beg to differ. What about Lupita?
We all struggle. Even my beloved Lupita must have bad days.
Nah, she doesn’t.
Yeah, you’re right.
Where do you live?
In the Washington DC area.
What’s your government name?
This is the Interwebs. People can get that information.
Sure, just not from me.
Do you have a boyfriend?
Ask my Mom. She has plenty to say about that topic.
Ok. How come you never talk about your day job on here? In fact, why do you call it the OK Corral?
Read about the Gunfight at the OK Corral here. Everyday is a battle between Adult Me and Other Adult Me Who Wants to Run Screaming in The Other Direction.
Yeah, I love it just that much.
What’s your dream job?
An independently wealthy travel writer/novelist.
All right, it was nice getting to know a bit about you. I guess you want to run outside and play in a pile of dead leaves now?
Don’t you ever change, you silly thing.
What is Blogtober, you ask? For the remaining 30 days of this month, I will post every day and will incorporate autumn as the theme in each post. And I invite all my other favorite bloggers to do the same! The only rules are, again, to post every day this month and somehow include autumn in said post. How this is accomplished is totally up to the blogger. Join me, won’t you?
To start, below are some beautiful quotes about this season from some of the best literary minds. (All photos courtesy of my favorite place to get lost when I’m online, Pinterest.)
Happy Blogtober, Everyone…