you’re an idiot

today i walked by a book rack on pearl street full of clearance books from the adjacent used bookstore.  i found an interesting book and checked for the “price as marked” but only found a sticker on the back for 12.99.  i went inside to the man behind the book-stacked counter and asked where i might find the price.  a dry, condecending voice came flatly out of his unsmiling lips: “as is quite common in used bookstores, the price is right here inside the front cover”

my blood immediately began to boil and i chirped back, “oh! well thanks for that…”  I almost turned and walked out of the store.  i almost told him that i don’t appreciate being made to feel inferior for asking what he perceived to be a ‘dumb’ question.  i felt small for not thinking of the location.  i felt a lot of things in a split second before i gathered my composure, took the book, gave him the money and turned to walk out the door, still angry.

“have a nice day,” he croaned disdainfully

“yeah. right.  you too, ” i chortled without even looking at him.

i can be such an ass.  what is it about these sorts of interactions that leaves me so void of compassion?  i became instantly offended at his insinuations about my intelligence.  or maybe i was just offended that a complete stranger had the audacity to be such a punk.  come on, grace!  man, i have a lot to learn.


1 Response to “you’re an idiot”

  1. 1 jt* January 22, 2010 at 2:20 pm

    If I had written this the title would be directed towards the shop keeper. So, this is pretty refreshing and honest. Good stuff!

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Keep me away from the wisdom which does not cry, the philosophy which does not laugh and the greatness which does not bow before children.
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