Yesterday I was approached by someone I’ve been introduced to a couple of times. She didn’t remember meeting me at all, and that was fine. What wasn’t fine was her attitude when she looked at me and coarsely said, “Well who are you?” I told her my name and she told me hers. Our exchange ended and I didn’t see her for quite a while. When she was leaving, I called out to her, saying goodbye and using her name.
This particular gal was tossing guff my way, just because she didn’t know me and didn’t expect to see an unfamiliar face in a particular environment. Being thrown off is acceptable. Being a donkey-butt is not. Here’s the deal: if you’re gonna slap somebody with attitude, have the courage to own it. Otherwise, just be a regular person, yo. I mean, come on. If you can’t back up your sass, don’t wear it in public. Unfortunately, that’s exactly what that gal did. She could have just said hello, and asked my name. But instead she tried a power play (for what, I don’t know). I don’t care for that sort of behavior, and I can back up my sass. So I did the one thing – the one thing that unhinged her – as she walked out the door: I smiled super-big and said, “Bye, Janie!” She shrank.
So if you see a deflated chick named Janie walking around, give her a break. She can’t even handle being addressed by her own name. When will people learn – it’s not a competition, it’s an exhibition.