Wednesday, March 25, 2009

The anti-compliment

Apparently not everyone shares my efforts toward being more positive (see last post).
 
Yesterday I was walking out of an upscale grocery store towards my car, which was in very the first spot so I didn't have very far to go.  I was just holding my bag, not on the phone, minding my own business and my car beeped signaling the unlock mode from my remote.  A guy in his 40s was walking past me and says loudly, "look at your foreign car, I should jump up and down on the hood of that piece of s--t!".  Now while I'm sure some of you might agree with his sentiment, I am (fairly) certain that no friend of mine would condone his approach and disrespect.  And because I hold some pretty strong opinions myself, I walked around behind my car to tell the guy to say his statements to my face or keep them to himself, but he'd cowardly jumped into his car with his cackling cohort and drove off.  Certainly not necessary to explain to that guy or anyone else why we've recently decided to sell my car (which I love, by the way) and get a new one that he'd likely approve of. And since I didn't think it'd be good for my rep to be on the evening news whacking away at a beat-up truck with my oversized purse, I got into my "foreign car" (if anyone can offer up a reasonable definition of what that really means in a global economy).
 
Sometimes the actions of my fellow man can surely disappoint... 





4 comments:

Jodi said...

i didn't mean to laugh....but i did! sorry. and sorry the guy was a jerk.....but so pleased to hear you're getting a new set of wheels!! xox

Ermelyn Garcia said...
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Ermelyn Garcia said...

Someone was mean to Sexy Lexy?! Me no likey.

But me likey your blog :)

PS: It's Erme, by the way!

Anonymous said...

Which feeds more American families: the American PT Cruiser I formerly drove and loved, despite the mockery it elicited from many family and friends, including, at times, this blog's author :-) ), which was assembled in Mexico, or the foreign Accord my sister drives, which is built in Ohio? Maybe it still is the PT, but it's been a long time since the answer was obvious.