Boundaries (or 'My Latest Exercise in Anger Management')
August 6, 2016 at 6:46 pm
(This post was last modified: August 6, 2016 at 6:46 pm by BrianSoddingBoru4.)
As you lot may or may not be aware, I lost an eye at 17. Because of associated damage to the orbital socket, glassies are not an option, so I wear an eyepatch.
Ellen and I were out for our usual Sunday breakfast a couple of hours ago. A man approaches our table, very politely says, 'Sorry to interrupt your meal, but may I take a moment of your time?' The missus and I are naturally gregarious people, so we invited him to sit, which is when it all went pear-shaped.
He sat down, and without further ado, hands me his card and says, 'I'm an ophthalmic surgeon, and I've like to have a look under that patch,' then reaches out as if he's going to remove my eyepatch! I leaned back, he pulled his hand back and said, 'What's wrong? I told you that I'm a doctor.' I told him, 'You're not my doctor, are you? Who the hell do you think you are?'
He looked seriously nonplussed and said, 'I don't understand. Won't take a minute,' and I replied, 'Let me help you understand. Your asking is inappropriate, unprofessional, and it would be in your best interests to go back to your own table right away.' He got up and walked away muttering something I couldn't quite catch, but sounded a lot like 'rude bugger'. Please note that I wasn't going to hit him, never really thought about hitting him (but since, I've had visions of how he'd look with my coffee mug smashed across the bridge of his nose). Through all this, Ellen was sitting with her mouth open, too shocked to speak - which is very unusual for her. I've still got this man's card, and I'll be reporting him to the HDC tomorrow.
I don't think I'm overly sensitive about my missing eye, I truly don't. Occasionally, people will ask me about the injury and I'll tell them. But this man went way beyond the pale. What the fuck is WRONG with some people?
Have any of you had an experience like this, someone blatantly crossing boundaries than any normal, sensible person wouldn't even consider doing?
Boru
Ellen and I were out for our usual Sunday breakfast a couple of hours ago. A man approaches our table, very politely says, 'Sorry to interrupt your meal, but may I take a moment of your time?' The missus and I are naturally gregarious people, so we invited him to sit, which is when it all went pear-shaped.
He sat down, and without further ado, hands me his card and says, 'I'm an ophthalmic surgeon, and I've like to have a look under that patch,' then reaches out as if he's going to remove my eyepatch! I leaned back, he pulled his hand back and said, 'What's wrong? I told you that I'm a doctor.' I told him, 'You're not my doctor, are you? Who the hell do you think you are?'
He looked seriously nonplussed and said, 'I don't understand. Won't take a minute,' and I replied, 'Let me help you understand. Your asking is inappropriate, unprofessional, and it would be in your best interests to go back to your own table right away.' He got up and walked away muttering something I couldn't quite catch, but sounded a lot like 'rude bugger'. Please note that I wasn't going to hit him, never really thought about hitting him (but since, I've had visions of how he'd look with my coffee mug smashed across the bridge of his nose). Through all this, Ellen was sitting with her mouth open, too shocked to speak - which is very unusual for her. I've still got this man's card, and I'll be reporting him to the HDC tomorrow.
I don't think I'm overly sensitive about my missing eye, I truly don't. Occasionally, people will ask me about the injury and I'll tell them. But this man went way beyond the pale. What the fuck is WRONG with some people?
Have any of you had an experience like this, someone blatantly crossing boundaries than any normal, sensible person wouldn't even consider doing?
Boru
‘But it does me no injury for my neighbour to say there are twenty gods or no gods. It neither picks my pocket nor breaks my leg.’ - Thomas Jefferson
