I had a stand off when I went home over Christmas. It was so middle class and non tough guy it was hilarious. Basically, I was on the way to meet my little sister at work. I was walking along with a railing to my left, when I bumped into this guy, who was about 50 years old. We did the typical British bump into someone dance, and I was about to move out of his way when he told me quite abruptly to move. I dislike being told what to do, so instead of heeding his advice this is what happened;
Man: Move
Me: Err excuse me?
Man: You move
Me: I don't think so
Man: Why not?
Me: Well, you were rude. Also in England we drive on the left, the railing is to my left so it is my right of way.
Man: Well I'm not moving
Me: Neither am I, and you're in for a long wait. I have absolutely nothing to do tonight
Frustrated Man: Err, me neither.
[At this point I get out my phone and start sending text messages to my friends]
Me: So what are you up to tonight?
Very Frustrated Man: Going to a concert in the Cathedral
Me: When does it start?
Man at end of his tether: Well now actually
[I continue to send text messages to my friends]
Audibly angry man: FINE! YOU WIN!
[Angry man storms off]
The whole episode lasted for around 10 minutes, and I am pleased that I won. As well as giving me an ego boost it gave me an active demonstration of what happens when two parties refuse to let something go, thank goodness he surrendered when he did, or we could have had another Israel/Palestine fiasco on our hands. Ordinarily I am positively Edwardian with regards to manners and respecting others. If you are however under the misapprehension that you can be rude to me because I am young and presumed to be less stubborn and have a shorter attention span, then I am afraid you are deeply mistaken.
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