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Complaint: Mini-adventure this morning was more than I expected. Long story: My laundry day breakfast at Burger King, just a toddle away from the laundromat, is usually very quiet. My bus gets there at 8:10 and I see the same group of 8 or 9 retired men gathered in a group just chillin' at the tables in the center of the room as they apparently do every day. I sit along the back edge of the room and face the window looking out onto the street. Nobody speaks to me. I eat one of my two Jr burittos & tater tots, drink my coffee & OJ, and stare out the window watching the world go by. Then about 8:20 a woman perhaps in her late 60s comes in and sits with the guys, pulls out her tablet and proceeds to show off her photos to anyone she can find polite enough to feign interest. I see this same scenario every time. Nobody is ever enthused to see more photos. A few months ago she glommed onto me, came over sat down and started showing her photos. I recognized one of the people in the pictures as someone from my hometown and in my high school class ('62-'66). I mentioned this and she said "Oh, that's my sister, I hate her".
This person from my high school class is someone I often have lunch with when my BFF from NYC comes into town and gets our old group together for lunch at Olive Garden. Great time, good people, long, long, long time friends. And in fact I now live next door to her 98 year old mother. Regardless, the tediously intrusive woman in Burger King goes on-and-on about her dislike for her sister (my friend) and other family squabbles.
I didn't want to hear that, but listened politely without encouraging her to stay at my table. So, that was my first encounter with that woman.
The next time, several weeks later, another laundry day, I'm casually eating my BK breakfast (same items) and the woman comes in, wanders directly past my table (same spot), grabs my still wrapped, spare Jr. burrito off of the tray, and walks off with it smirking. I very quietly, but as seriously as a growling wolf say "That ISN'T funny".
She puts it back, gives me a dirty look and goes over to pester the 8 or 9 retired men in the center of the room, pulling out her tablet of photos, and playing music loudly when they lose interest. I've seen her a few more times but I just let the old men handle her.
HOWEVER, this morning as soon as she walks into the BK, she blasts some 1960s rock music and starts dancing around the room exclaiming "It's my mothers 98th birthday!". Everybody looks up but nobody says anything, but the collective looks from me and the others must have had effect because she turned it off before sitting down in the old man group. About 15 minutes later she turns on her music again, loud, I mean LOUD, window rattling LOUD. About one minute of that and I screamed out (to be heard over the music) "THIS ISN'T YOUR LIVING ROOM!" It took 10 seconds for that to register and she did turn it off, but gave me the finger. I then said in a normal voice "Just wanted you to know!". A couple of the men turned toward me and gave me sign that they agreed! (Whew, I thought I'd overstepped my boundry). At that point, I'd thought that the event was over, and that she was under control, but no.
A few minutes later she came over to my table and started rattling on about my yelling and how she had been a nurse (which I thought was entirely relevant to the price of tea in China)
Somewhere in the brief interchange that we had I was informed that I was going to hell. I retorted loud enough to have witnesses, "Look, I'm not interested in your music. I'm not interested in your photos. I'm not interested in your family squabbles, and I'm not interested in you. GO! AWAY!" Flustered, she repeated that she used to be a nurse, again entirely relevant to the price of tea in China.
She went back to her spot at the group of men, one of which turned to me, circled his finger around his ear, nodded at me, and I nodded back but I noticed that she noticed the interchange. All was quiet after that and I left a few minutes later to go do my laundry. But I think I might have encouraged some of the men in the group to stop putting up with her without saying something. If not, then I guess I'm going to hell.
(I would have liked to have been a fly on the wall after I left.)
Short story, TLDR: Irritating person in Burger King got reminded of civilized behavior and told me that I'm going to hell. Not worried. Been there, done that, writing the book.
@SilverGirl sorry you lost your friend.
I'm sorry for your loss. It is always too soon, but it does seem she made good use of the time she had available.
@SilverGirl I'm so sorry for your loss. Cancer sucks.
I could handle the music and maybe even the conversation. But if that woman tried to walk off with my burrito, they would have to rebuild the part of the laundromat where the fight took place.
My condolences, SilverGirl.
I've lost 3 very close friends in the last 10 years or so, one to cancer, one to sepsis, and one to a heart attack.
I miss them terribly, and think of them often, but I watched helplessly as my friend with cancer suffered through years of chemotherapy, wasting away until he was being fed through a tube at home by himself. I tried to help him as often as I could (and there were others that were helping him - he had many friends and a cousin that was cleaning and helping around the house), but I was still working full time and could only check in on him Friday nights and weekends. When he passed, it seemed merciful. No more suffering.
Sadly, we are all mortal, and all we can do is love people while we still have them, mourn them when they're gone, and cherish the good memories of all the things that made us love them in the first place.
John
Sorry for your loss.
I'd watched her in the Burger King for the last couple of years. The men are always there regardless of which day I show up, and she would often show up too. Sometimes there would be another woman, I believe the wife of one of the men, but not always. Regardless, the intrusive woman was, despite her late '60s age, still rather attractive with obviously dyed long blond hair and attention paid to her makeup and nails, and trying too hard to get too close to the men's circle. The men were all retired grizzled farmers, factory workers, and truck drivers, and looked "hard driven". She had to be the center of attention but the men weren't biting. Until eventually, with not enough fish in the sea, I became the fresh meat, despite my infrequent, sporadic appearances. I had no idea who she was until she cornered me with the photos and I recognized her sister. The men all treated her with respect but were obviously not interested in letting her too deep into their "club". (I'm a people watcher.) I was initially annoyed that she started cornering me, but listened politely for a few minutes until I recognized her sister, mentioned it, and was told bluntly, intimate perceived family details that I didn't want to hear about my friend. Then the second time we interacted, she stole my burrito (clumsy attempt at humor) and SMIRKED. Warning: Do NOT smirk at me!!!!
It was immediately at that point that I knew I wanted to avoid this person at all costs. Which unfortunately became more difficult, because now that she knew I lived next door to her 98 year old mother, our paths crossed a couple of more times, near my home. But I was able to quickly disengage from those situation. A few weeks later, when her desperation for attention had risen and she waltzes into BK blasting music, and later rattling the windows with it, I couldn't remain divorced from the situation. The men would not have said anything, they're too entangled with her. I was the "annoyed general public" (despite being the only other person in the dining area) and had the choice of complaining to the staff (who would never have confronted a customer from their desperate, failing business) or saying something. I think my choice of simply pointing out where she wasn't was enough. And the timid indications of agreement from the men said I was wasn't out of line. I probably took the air out of her superiority balloon and did what others had been wishing they had the courage to do.
For me it was the smirk that turned me against her on only the 2nd time dealing with her. Do not smirk, it reveals so much about your inner being.