Post by RuneDeer on Aug 4, 2009 19:51:30 GMT -5
Sorry, guys, I have nowhere else to put this and am STILL fuming, and it's been over 3 hours.
Our neighborhood association had National Night Out, the 4th one since I've lived here and the 3rd that I've attended. My husband came along for the food, and because he knew I had a couple of minutes at the mike.
But in case you hadn't noticed, it was HOT. Even in the shade, the heat index was in the 90s. So after delivering my little spiel and walking around talking to a lot of people, I needed a drink. My husband had snagged the first, and possibly only, Coke from one of 3 plastic barrels of ice supplied for that purpose. They mainly had Sprite and water ... at that point I didn't care, just wanted something.
So I walked over to one of the barrels and this one woman blocked me. She's quite elderly. Probably at least 80. She's been giving me crap since the first time I attended a meeting. Every opportunity, she finds a way to zing me. "You didn't put my name on the attendance sheet," she'll tell me (when I did, and I point it out to her and she just turns her head away from me). Last year at the same event, she squawked because my husband and I had the winning ticket for a prize (we were "disqualified," according to her, because I was on the planning committee). My husband took the hat he had "won" and put it down in front of her saying "Never mind, I don't want it."
So there I am, really thirsty, and I said, with a smile, "Mrs. N., it's really hot and I am really thirsty and I've been talking awhile and I need a drink."
"NO!" she exclaims. "They told me NO MORE DRINKS FOR ANYBODY!"
At that point, my husband and took our chair (which someone had already commandeered and we had to ask them to give it back...yeah, it was a banger of an evening, I gotta tell ya...) and made a point of telling a couple of people about our rude treatment. We went to dinner and couldn't stop talking about how offended we were. But what do you do when the person is so old and has been living in the neighborhood about 10x longer than we have? When does asserting ourselves cross the line into making us just look like a couple of brats?
Speaking of "brats," we were told by someone that SHE had been told to "guard" the drinks because so many neighborhood kids were snatching several cans and bringing them home, causing a shortage by the time the food was served, something that happened last year. But dammit, WE'RE NOT CHILDREN. We're a couple of very middle-aged adults who just wanted a damn drink on a hot frickin' day.
Sorry, I'm just still incredibly, extremely pissed.
Our neighborhood association had National Night Out, the 4th one since I've lived here and the 3rd that I've attended. My husband came along for the food, and because he knew I had a couple of minutes at the mike.
But in case you hadn't noticed, it was HOT. Even in the shade, the heat index was in the 90s. So after delivering my little spiel and walking around talking to a lot of people, I needed a drink. My husband had snagged the first, and possibly only, Coke from one of 3 plastic barrels of ice supplied for that purpose. They mainly had Sprite and water ... at that point I didn't care, just wanted something.
So I walked over to one of the barrels and this one woman blocked me. She's quite elderly. Probably at least 80. She's been giving me crap since the first time I attended a meeting. Every opportunity, she finds a way to zing me. "You didn't put my name on the attendance sheet," she'll tell me (when I did, and I point it out to her and she just turns her head away from me). Last year at the same event, she squawked because my husband and I had the winning ticket for a prize (we were "disqualified," according to her, because I was on the planning committee). My husband took the hat he had "won" and put it down in front of her saying "Never mind, I don't want it."
So there I am, really thirsty, and I said, with a smile, "Mrs. N., it's really hot and I am really thirsty and I've been talking awhile and I need a drink."
"NO!" she exclaims. "They told me NO MORE DRINKS FOR ANYBODY!"
At that point, my husband and took our chair (which someone had already commandeered and we had to ask them to give it back...yeah, it was a banger of an evening, I gotta tell ya...) and made a point of telling a couple of people about our rude treatment. We went to dinner and couldn't stop talking about how offended we were. But what do you do when the person is so old and has been living in the neighborhood about 10x longer than we have? When does asserting ourselves cross the line into making us just look like a couple of brats?
Speaking of "brats," we were told by someone that SHE had been told to "guard" the drinks because so many neighborhood kids were snatching several cans and bringing them home, causing a shortage by the time the food was served, something that happened last year. But dammit, WE'RE NOT CHILDREN. We're a couple of very middle-aged adults who just wanted a damn drink on a hot frickin' day.
Sorry, I'm just still incredibly, extremely pissed.