Had a bad day, which wasn't helped by some rude scum-of-the-earth type man who told my friend and me to shut up at the ball game. Can you even imagine??

Our friends take us to the ball games a couple times a season. They have very good seats. Well, my friend enjoys talking and I enjoy listening to her. I say a few things now and again. The game went into extra innings and we were talking in normal tones about her daughter's apartment, which is part of a house. She shares a bathroom with some of the roommates in the house. At this point I said, I wouldn't like to have to share a bathroom.

At that point this dreadful human being sitting in front of us, who had a jersey with the letters B-E-E-R printed on the back (doesn't that tell you everything you need to know?), turned around and put up his hand and said, I don't like one bathroom either. Now I, being completely out of touch with the world at large, slapped his hand as in a high-five. Yeah, I was thinking he had joined our conversation amiably. So, what do you expect from the girl who didn't know what a turd was?

HA! I couldn't have been more wrong. He was mocking us and telling us the game was at an important spot and yelling at us to be quiet and he didn't want to hear about bathrooms. Yeah, well, of all the nerve. My friend whispered to me, He needs another beer. What does the man think a ball game is for, to sit there for over three hours in silence. Well, like my friend said, the man was mad about the game. And, I might add, extremely immature.

Our husbands told him we could talk about anything we wanted to. The best part of this whole story is that I high-fived the jerk. That must have taken him by surprise. The dork. And we lost the game. Almost made me glad, that this excuse of a man didn't have the satisfaction of winning.

Now, if we were disturbing His Royal Highness, then he could have NICELY turned around and mentioned we were annoying him and he'd appreciate it if we talked softer or something. Geez, like it's so hard to concentrate at a ball game, with the announcer blaring everything through the loud speakers. Well, whatever. If a person can be happy being that rude, then he has his reward. I was too stunned at the whole scene (which other people were now observing) or I should have said, Turn around, you turd, or I'll call the cops. Thankfully, I am not that quick on my feet, or seat, or whatever.

Furthermore, it made me realize how MANY, MANY rude, extra rude and miserable people there are in the world. I have some I have to deal with directly and it ain't fun. But fortunately most people I know have consideration and thoughtfulness. Unfortunately, I am not good at dismissing rude people. They bother me a lot. A LOT. I just don't have a grip on it. How do you all deal? I need to adopt a sense of humor for situations such as these.

Rude Awakenings,
KEM