As A Matter Of Policy
I successfully attended 2 events in one day!! That's an enormous feat for an old guy like me especially on a weekend. Usually, the more events I attend in one day, the higher the probability of meeting a moron or experiencing something I would rather not experience. (well, we did stop off for dinner before heading home, so there was one small incident that still convinces me that Americans are truly some of the most disgusting and unethical animals on the planet)
Just awful.
I am thinking about what a friend of mine once said, "let the meek inherit the freakin' earth...and I will escape to the stars!!!"
Anyway, I looked back on a few incidents and decided that today - officially! - I became a "diplomat". Well, let me clarify this; I am a self-proclaimed diplomat.
I have decided that from now on, when confronted with the lunatic behavior of American society, I will, as a matter of personal policy, look upon the offending party with pity. I will also endeavor to refrain from engaging such individuals, lest I raise my blood pressure! Note the word, "endeavor".
I have a couple of fellow-Americans (you know, we Americans are the finest people on the planet, I'll say) to thank for my new title, "diplomat". Take for example, the "tool" - the piece of work - that decided to step right in my path on a sweltering 95 degree day while I was in route to an appointment. This guy wanted me to "help save the children", so he jumps in front of me and put his hand in my face. "Hi, do you have a moment to help save the children?" "Get out of my way!" I exclaimed. "Move!" Who are these people anyway?
It would have been a lot easier to get my attention if (a) he walked next to me and (b) if he would not have extended his hand. I imagined him shaking hundreds of hands that day, many of who did not wash after leaving the restroom! I can do without the extra bacteria.
As a matter of policy, from here on, I will not exert energy yelling or even engaging these people who seek my attention in public. Rather, I will ignore and just walk or, depending on the weather and time, I may in fact stop and chat.
Now for the trash who was at the register at the checkout counter the other day, as a matter of policy, she needed the kind of diplomacy that was administered that day. There is nothing more annoying than to have to deal with refuse so beneath you (so objectionable that they are unfit to take out your garbage) that they think they have the audacity to even consider to speak to you in a less than friendly tone.
This woman asked me if I had one of those cards that can give you discounts etc at the store, and I politely - and clearly told her "no, I do not have one". She replied in a very rude tone, "ah, is it that you do not have one, or you do not have one with you?" "Excuse me!", I said, "ah, did I stutter?" "I just told you that I do not have one, so why are you asking for clarification here?"
Sometimes you have to alter diplomacy to fit the situation. She did not know it, but she had a choice; her career could have ended that day or she could have just dealt with my diplomacy. I gave her the latter.



