Do you have those little random moments that stick in your mind for no good reason? Those things – either good or bad – that come back to your mind again and again without prompting? This morning one of those moments popped into my head and I thought I would share.
It was a few years ago and I was giving directions to a gentleman who thought he was better than women and/or southern people (I’m not sure which). I directed him to turn onto Poplar Street and this conversation ensues:
Me: Make a right onto Poplar.
Him: Onto what?
Him: Oh, POP-U-LAR. [said condescendingly and without looking me in the eyes, of course]
Then he turns and gets the rest of the directions from another person. I wasn’t quite the woman I am today, so I didn’t correct him. Didn’t really say another word, actually.
I like to think that when he arrived at Poplar Street he felt like a jerk and was taken down a peg or two. I like to think he reevaluated the way he treats people. I’m sure he didn’t, but it is fun to think about.