while sitting at the airport earlier this week i found myself with a couple of extra hours on my hands due to travel delays, so i decided to set up office in the local snack shack and get some much needed work done. or at least catch up on facebook and my blog. so i dig my laptop out of my bag and fire it up. i just get settled in and this woman walks up and sits down at the next table.
she looks miserable. fussy. mad. out of sorts. not a happy camper. her hair is ratty (it is early) and she appears to not be dressed for the day. and she begins to cry. no. she begins to wail. i look around to see if there is anyone who is claiming this puddle of emotion i am sitting next to. no one steps forward. i lean over to her and whisper, "are you ok? is there anything i can do?" she barks back, "do i look alright to you?" so much for reaching out.
i turn back to my busy work and her husband shows up and sits down. he tenderly touches her on her arm and encourages her to stop crying. she does - and she begins to glare at him. you know the kind of glare that frosts palm trees in the desert. she is fuss-see! and then she lights in to him about his work schedule. blisters him with insults about having to go out of town once a month with his job. he just sits there and continues to eat his breakfast sandwich without making eye contact with her.
she begins to talk about if she ran the company she would hire a bunch of other people to do his job so he could stay home with her. her rant moves away from the job he is required to do and moves to her insecurities about him possibly not coming back home ever again. she begins to wail. loud. people are moving away from them and he just sits there chewing slowly. she continues berating him about being out of town and how dare he agree to go every time they ask him. (at this point i am thinking dude, i totally do not blame you!)
she insists there is just not enough time in the day for her to get the dogs fed, the laundry done, the dishes done and. . . . wait for it . . . enough time for her to be able to keep up with her reality tv shows. yes, she actually said that out loud! he finishes his food and says it is time for him to go. she grabs his arm and and begs him not to go. he begins walking towards the security line and she will not let go. he is now dragging her across the floor of the snack shop while she sits in her chair. amazing.
it was like a train wreck. i couldn't turn away. he asks her if she needs some money, flips her a ten spot, jerks his arm away, bends down, tenderly kisses the top of her head and turns to go. she screams don't go!!! he goes . . .
i was feeling out of sorts today. i was not on my game. i was feeling fussy (not as fussy as her but none the less i was not in my zone). so i apologized for being moody, and a bit cranky. it is important that i got to say my peace and equally as important that i was heard. so what are you saying these days? and are you hearing what others are saying to you? be careful how you speak to others. you just never know if you are going to have the opportunity to make amends.
she looks miserable. fussy. mad. out of sorts. not a happy camper. her hair is ratty (it is early) and she appears to not be dressed for the day. and she begins to cry. no. she begins to wail. i look around to see if there is anyone who is claiming this puddle of emotion i am sitting next to. no one steps forward. i lean over to her and whisper, "are you ok? is there anything i can do?" she barks back, "do i look alright to you?" so much for reaching out.
i turn back to my busy work and her husband shows up and sits down. he tenderly touches her on her arm and encourages her to stop crying. she does - and she begins to glare at him. you know the kind of glare that frosts palm trees in the desert. she is fuss-see! and then she lights in to him about his work schedule. blisters him with insults about having to go out of town once a month with his job. he just sits there and continues to eat his breakfast sandwich without making eye contact with her.
she begins to talk about if she ran the company she would hire a bunch of other people to do his job so he could stay home with her. her rant moves away from the job he is required to do and moves to her insecurities about him possibly not coming back home ever again. she begins to wail. loud. people are moving away from them and he just sits there chewing slowly. she continues berating him about being out of town and how dare he agree to go every time they ask him. (at this point i am thinking dude, i totally do not blame you!)
she insists there is just not enough time in the day for her to get the dogs fed, the laundry done, the dishes done and. . . . wait for it . . . enough time for her to be able to keep up with her reality tv shows. yes, she actually said that out loud! he finishes his food and says it is time for him to go. she grabs his arm and and begs him not to go. he begins walking towards the security line and she will not let go. he is now dragging her across the floor of the snack shop while she sits in her chair. amazing.
it was like a train wreck. i couldn't turn away. he asks her if she needs some money, flips her a ten spot, jerks his arm away, bends down, tenderly kisses the top of her head and turns to go. she screams don't go!!! he goes . . .
i was feeling out of sorts today. i was not on my game. i was feeling fussy (not as fussy as her but none the less i was not in my zone). so i apologized for being moody, and a bit cranky. it is important that i got to say my peace and equally as important that i was heard. so what are you saying these days? and are you hearing what others are saying to you? be careful how you speak to others. you just never know if you are going to have the opportunity to make amends.
Wow! I hope she seeks some mental health help. She has some real issues!
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