And then I gouged out her eyes with a rusty spoon.

This has nothing to do with anything, but I met someone really rude last night and it totally caught me off guard. Someone, who, when she walked in the room and I stood up to shake her hand and introduce myself, merely stared at me like I had an extra appendage growing out of my head. Someone who made no effort at pleasant conversation, but every effort to belittle me with questions that I knew she already knew the answers to. And it's not like the questions were that insulting - it was just insulting that she would try and play a snarky little game with me, when I'm someone she should be nice to, for reasons upon which I won't elaborate. (You never know who reads these things, right?)

Is it naïve of me to expect a certain level of friendliness from people I encounter? She could have at least been an adult about it and waited until I had left to put on her bitchy hat...

I comfort myself with the conviction that her bad manners are a poor reflection on her, not on me.

With that and copious amounts of red wine. And a cookie or two.



Photo Credit: Sydney Morning Herald (smh.com)