I like to think I’m a nice person. I am thoughtful in the way that I over-think everything and always worry. I’m sensitive. I know that it is not just about what you do, but what you don’t do because not doing something can be as wonderful or as upsetting as doing something is. I am always aware. People say that I am very diplomatic and very adaptive. However, to the first statement, am I nice… my husband says I am when I want to be. Translation: Don’t piss me off.
The other night my husband was accosted by a man at a restaurant we were at. I sitting in a booth, holding a table in a restaurant and my husband was talking to me, while his father, brother and our niece and nephew (both three) finished ordering. A woman with two children that looked about seven or eight came up to my husband and demanded our booth. Why? Just Because. I couldn’t hear her, and I didn’t participate in the conversation. It was clear from her body language, her facial expression and the few bits I did catch that she was incredibly rude and felt entitled to our table. But my husband had it handled. And I don’t know many men who like to be rescued like children when they don’t need it.
After about a minute of back and forth, she left, frustrated. Why did she think we should give up our table? Because our entire party was not there, four of them were still in line (including the kids). But her husband and one of her kids were also still in line, so I didn’t see her logic as all that logical. There was a large table with stools on the other side of the room. Her kids were old enough to eat there without issue, but Finn and Kaylie (our nephew and niece) not so much.
