Sorry, but this is something that has been stuck in my craw for a while now and I can't seem to let it go.
A little while back, I was in Anthony's Beachside Cafe in Edmonds after returning from boating with my wife's cousin and his wife, my in-laws, my wife and my kids. It was the typical, touristy "view Seattle from the water" trip. It was extremely uneventful.
While waiting for a table in the cafe, I sat at the bar talking to my wife's cousin and his wife. We talked boating. They aren't boaters, but enjoy being on a boat.
I talked about my boating adventures and experiences, albeit I do consider myself a mostly fair weather boater. I also don't fish, which keeps me inside on those days when the fishing is great, but the weather isn't. Well, apparently the guy sitting next to my wife's cousin who was eavesdropping didn't think much of my boating prowess. Occasionally, he'd stare at me. I thought nothing of it and enjoyed my time with my wife's relatives.
Then the guy leaves the bar and as he passes me he leans over an calls me a "pussy." I was caught off-guard. I wasn't looking at him when he walked by and of course he didn't stop he just walked out the bar.
It really bothered me, and obviously continues to bother me.
I thought about this way too much but after running through various scenarios in my mind I must admit that I'm glad he continued out the door and this is how I'm handling this issue, upset but not in trouble.
Those who've met me at CBGTs know that I'm mostly an easy going guy, but demons lurk in this ex-cop. I'm not one who tolerates fools well.
I know I did the right thing by sitting in the bar (I had one beer) and talking about this guy's uncalled for behavior, but it doesn't make it easier for me to swallow. I do believe in karma and what goes around, comes around, but waiting for his comeuppance from the universe is too removed.
What kind of person feels entitled to ruin another person's day because he doesn't like a story being told? We're not talking politics, abortion, gay rights, or oil companies
just boating.
It turned a pleasant day into a frustrating evening.
A little while back, I was in Anthony's Beachside Cafe in Edmonds after returning from boating with my wife's cousin and his wife, my in-laws, my wife and my kids. It was the typical, touristy "view Seattle from the water" trip. It was extremely uneventful.
While waiting for a table in the cafe, I sat at the bar talking to my wife's cousin and his wife. We talked boating. They aren't boaters, but enjoy being on a boat.
I talked about my boating adventures and experiences, albeit I do consider myself a mostly fair weather boater. I also don't fish, which keeps me inside on those days when the fishing is great, but the weather isn't. Well, apparently the guy sitting next to my wife's cousin who was eavesdropping didn't think much of my boating prowess. Occasionally, he'd stare at me. I thought nothing of it and enjoyed my time with my wife's relatives.
Then the guy leaves the bar and as he passes me he leans over an calls me a "pussy." I was caught off-guard. I wasn't looking at him when he walked by and of course he didn't stop he just walked out the bar.
It really bothered me, and obviously continues to bother me.
I thought about this way too much but after running through various scenarios in my mind I must admit that I'm glad he continued out the door and this is how I'm handling this issue, upset but not in trouble.
Those who've met me at CBGTs know that I'm mostly an easy going guy, but demons lurk in this ex-cop. I'm not one who tolerates fools well.
I know I did the right thing by sitting in the bar (I had one beer) and talking about this guy's uncalled for behavior, but it doesn't make it easier for me to swallow. I do believe in karma and what goes around, comes around, but waiting for his comeuppance from the universe is too removed.
What kind of person feels entitled to ruin another person's day because he doesn't like a story being told? We're not talking politics, abortion, gay rights, or oil companies

It turned a pleasant day into a frustrating evening.