I have this annoyance/dislike/semi-hate relationship with a cart attendant at my local supermarket. Let’s call him Robert, since that’s his name. He’s a fifty something black dude with a Barry White baritone to his voice and . . well, that’s it. There’s nothing else even remotely cool about Robert, outside of the Barry White baritone.
Robert likes to sing spirituals as he works, and he’s really quite shitty at it. This annoys me. I mean, if ya got Barry White voice and you can’t tuck a lick of soul into the equation, donate your voice to someone who can . . . please?
This cat is eccentric as all get out, and I ain’t judging. Hell, me judging someone based on their eccentricities would be like Alec Baldwin calling anyone a blowhard. (Too soon?) Anyways, Robert wears long sleeve shirts inside the dog days of summer. He talks up the ladies with a rap that should have been retired back when lava lamps and shag carpets were de rigueur. He snorts when he talks to himself, after which he immediately says excuse me! He spits, after which he doesn’t immediately apologize at all.
Yes, I’m building a case against Robert . . so I feel the need to winnow away his dimension in order to lodge my grievance. You see . . Robert has never greeted me. Never as in ever. It took a couple of silent rebuffs on his part before I stopped greeting him.
Honestly, I don’t get it. I mean . . I didn’t run over his dog in the parking lot. I didn’t disrespect his mama. I didn’t piss in his Cheerios or snicker at his station in life or issue a robust series of guffaws the first time I got a look at him all bundled up in a ski jacket during a heat wave.
And then recently . . this happened.
“Heeeey! How you doing sir! Good to see you!”
I was floored. Just like that, Robert decided that he was going to glasnost my ass with a greeting, as if we were long lost friends on Facebook or something. He had successfully punctured the bubble of silence that had created a crater sized chasm between us. He was extending an olive branch, sans the Martini, but hey . . it still counts.
This is where my prefrontal cortex hit the snooze. Because I figured that with the long silence yoked, the embargo on words had been lifted. It was a new day- One where me and Robert could exchange bad jokes, avoid any talk about the weather and excuse our respective snorts. It was as if all those years of Robert treating me like Bruce Willis in The Sixth Sense never happened. I was ready to forgive and forget, because isn’t that what life’s all about?
“Hey Robert, how are you?” I replied.
And then reality crash landed on my head when I discovered that I wasn’t the recipient of Robert’s greeting after all. Robert was talking to the elderly gentleman walking behind me. And then they were engaged in conversation, while I muttered to myself in four lettered variables for having been so clueless.
His latest move was so diabolically crafted that I have been left with no choice but to respond with something equally petty. Because, isn’t that what life’s all about? Maybe I’ll stop returning my cart to the corral. Or maybe I’ll return it to the corral but push it in backwards. Or maybe I’ll turn it upside down . . or push it into the grassy meadow.
The possibilities are endless.
Dear Marco,
I’m not sure if this is fact or fiction. (Ah Dale tells me it’s fact). There are those people in everyday life who get under our skin, aren’t there? I worked with a young woman of color who liked to pull the race card. Turned out she was a wealthy little #@%$& who lived a privileged life. Her parents bought her a brand new car when she turned 16. Yeah…she irritated me mightily and like your Robert never gave me the time of day.
At any rate, turning it back from being about me, 😉 Your storytelling style roped me in and held me captive until the end. Bravo!
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Rochelle,
The racial component doesn’t really come into play . .for me, in this instance. Mayhaps that is the case for Robert. I wouldn’t know, because we have never had a conversation! LOl
My kids get such a kick out of this ‘cold war’. They’ve gone out of their way to further the chasm, by testing the waters themselves. All of them have received a greeting . . so there’s that.
The theories are abundant, and as you can see . . I have plenty o’ fun with it. In the end, I kinda look at it in a glass half full kinda way. Robert is one less person I have to interact with over the course of the day, so really . . he’s doing me a favor, lol.
Thank you for the chime!
Shalom,
Marco
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I think we all have those in our lives, too. I have…black and white. Personality has nothing to do with color, does it?
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If Robert’s silence IS racially motivated, I wish he would just let me know. I would gladly let him know that my family tree is more similar to his than he is aware. AND . . I can carry a Barry White tune to boot!
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B,
Oh. Em. Gee. I am killing myself laughing here. Not laughing at you per se, of course!
I’ll tell you why: I have this hate/hate relationship with a cashier at my local grocery store. For no reason. It is a mutual dislike. If she’s at the “quick cash” where she also has to take care of bottle returns or cigarette purchases? When I arrive, she’ll pass two peeps at the other cash instead of doing one at one and one at the other. Pisses me off every time. And she has a face that I just want to punch. Now, don’t get me wrong, I am NOT a violent person by any way, shape or form. But she could make me become so. Just a weird thing!
Here’s to Roberts giving us something to rant about!
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Q,
You can laugh at me, I’m plenty fine with it. If it gets you laughing, I’m all about it.
That cashier deserves to get punched in the face! And no, I do not condone violence . . except in hockey. But sistah . . you KNOW this is yet another shared experience to which we relate wholeheartedly.
Fuck the Roberts and Robertas . . . Here’s to US for suffering their sandpaper personalities!
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B,
I know I can – that’s the beauty of us, eh?
She does. I just can’t understand why our vibes are so anti-magnetic, for lack of a better word…
Fuck ’em if they can’t take a joke… And yes. Here’s to us!!
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It really is. I laugh at myself often, so why not have others join in?
There are peeps to whom we connect immediately, there are others whom we connect with over time, and then there are the rest. Some we half ass connect and some? Well . . this is where hateration is born.
YES! I love that motto! I live that motto!
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Absolutely!
And so true. All about the atoms, I guess…
Hateration…yep. good word
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Mary J. Blige put it better than me . . .
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😁
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I was with you until you used a Phil Collins song… *faints* Maybe THAT’S why Robert won’t speak to you, have you thought of that?
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T-Sizzle,
Bringing the SHADE! Whaaaa????
Come now Tara . . you can’t be hating on Phil Collins THAT badly. He’s ayt!
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Tee. I’m afraid I can and I AM. Anyone who brought Su-Su-Ssudio to life… … no… just… NO.
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I do so agree with that one. Easy Lover? Ugh! There are several Collins selections I can live without. And do.
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Phew. That’s good to hear. 🙂 (Billy don’t lose my number… … … And his pop-i-fying of No One Is To Blame by Howard Jones, a fine song all on its own!)
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No One Is To Blame IS Howard Jones. No Phill Collins allowed! LOL
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Shaaaaaaaaa.
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Naaaaaa.
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I will not go there.
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Buahahaha!
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We all encounter the Robert’s of the world. Sadly I had to work with a bunch of them and eventually came to make it my mission to garner a smile or any kind of acknowledgement. While I’d never be BFF’s with them (ever) I felt better knowing I smiled. And in all truthfulness, it ended up being more for me than them. And you know what, it actually felt good. Yeah, I’m a half full glass kind of girl. Especially if it was half filled with red.🍷
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Monika,
Now that is a positive, constructive way of going about it! And I probably ain’t trying it for all the money in Apple, lol. But true, it IS a great feeling to take a negative and turn it upside down, if only for yourself, it still matters.
And a glass half full of red is never a bad thing, buahahaha!
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As I’ve gotten older, focusing on the positive has proved good for my blood pressure, both physically and emotionally. Goodness knows there is enough ugly stuff and it’s so easy to zero in on that. Making a determined effort to impact someone through a smile became a game for me and who doesn’t love games, right? Besides, karma can be a righteous b*tch so there’s some eventual symmetry with that. 😈
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You do speak the truth.
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{Blush, blush} Perhaps there are some positive aspects to getting older. At any rate, it sure beats the alternative!
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Indeed!
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Who knows. Let it go my man.
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Oh I do. I get home, pour myself a friendly and all is right with the world again . . .
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GFY. (Good for you.) I am home and do the same. Love those friendlys
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Salud!
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¡salud!
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That would bug me, too … so I would find a non-Robert checkout lane while muttering “asshole” each time I see him.
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I can’t escape him a lot of the time, seeing as how he camps out at the entrance and acts as the unofficial greeter. But I do mutter “asshole” now and then . . .
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Yep – no way to escape the greeter. Consider throwing something in the opposite direction to distract him.
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Done that already . . .
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I can relate to the misunderstanding about the greeting at the end, but I’m too introverted to have ever noticed anything like what was going on before that! Still, quite a humorous story.
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I tend to notice the smallest things, sometimes. I knew Robert and me had zero connection, after which I realized he never greeted me when I entered the store. And it just snowballed from there!
Thank you for the chime!
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I see some passive aggressive actions in the future. Loved being the observer in your world. Smile moved ear to ear as I read, “ Robert was talking to the elderly gentleman walking behind me.” I think I see a new series, grocery store tales …
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Grocery Store Tales! This has possibilities, in a 10 items or less kinda way.
In all seriousness, I will always fail to the positive. So if, in the future, it happens that Robert is able to perpetrate such shenanigans again, I’ll probably greet him, again. Because nice matters . . so fuck him, I’ll be nice!
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Yes, being kind is always more rewarding than being being angry.
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It’s cathartic.
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My Dearest Marco,
As you know I am a shy and retiring sort, but if I had a nickel for every time this situation had happened to me, I would be living in St. Tropez with an 18-year-old-blonde-haired-blue-eyed house boy.
THIS, as an exercise in writing is certainly, as always, nothing short of brilliant. Why? It has every element of what the writing process should be, a constant questioning of the life of the writer. I am going to use two examples that one might find pretentious, granted, but I have been reading them a good deal, because of my thesis : Charles Baudelaire and Arthur Rimbaud. Both of their works are them venting their collective spleens, through the written word and always working on writing and wondering what writing actually is, and of what writing is made.
[Now I’ll give you time to roll your eyes to the back of your head!}
The dawn of the Early Modern Period, in the history of philosophy, has always been thought to be with work of Réne Descartes, which in a sense, is true. I have always argued, however, that it actually started a bit earlier with the work of Montaigne. Montaigne was the first to write in the vernacular, i.e., Modern French, not Old French, and Montaigne was the first to start writing about his daily life through observation that was neither a version of theology, nor a Judeo-Christian view/moral.
Being a trained humanist, I can’t help but give a history of ideas, and give some context to my comments. A pet-peeve is when someone says : Oh that’s just great. Um . . . OK, what the hell is that supposed to mean, if I needed mental masturbation I’d read Kant. Hence . . . the aforementioned.
All that to say : The gave me a chuckle !
Pax!
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William (Billy),
You always leave the most eloquent comments! I could write a post, a series of them actually, on your comments! Smart, savvy, eloquent and most importantly of all, heart felt.
A trained humanist, you is!
You are a shy and retiring type, but you’re also a beautiful human being, and I love that you frequent this place. Don’t ever stop.
PS- Does the hubby know about this 18 year old boy toy? 😉
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Oh yes, my 18 year old boy toy is no secret!
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Well in that case . . have at it! LOL
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Also, thank you very much for YOUR comments. I love my visits here, if I didn’t I would not keep coming back, and I am always truly amazed at the way in which you are able to turn a phrase, and weave many threads into a story. Massively brilliant my friend !
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You are too gracious and kind. And Imma take it! Thank you so much.
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This made me laugh. I’ll have a word with this lad next time i’m over. Watch yourself, robbie
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Haha!
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I… won’t be leaving eloquent comments… I did laugh a bit to much over this post … and haha you are mean! 😛 I guess we all have people like that we encounter in life,eh? We just aren’t their cup of tea or coffee for whatever reason, it’s life right? And maybe, someday, we may or may get a hello. If not we just journey on doin’ our thing.
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Sassy,
I plead guilty to the charge of being mean, but I am not mean spirited, so there’s that . . right? 😉
And you laughed a bit too much so you are officially an accomplice the way I see it.
People are people. We connect with some immediately and some? We never do really jibe at all. So you’re right. You journey on and you do your thing.
And your comments are always thoughtful, funny and clevah! You do you, girl!
Peace
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Guilty as charged as an accomplice haha 😛 and yes, yes not mean spirited 😉
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It’s only fair! 😉
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