"X"anthippe - an ill tempered woman

If you read the last post, you will remember the story of my shopping experience and the most bizarre cashier ever who actually talked me out of buying a skirt I really did want. We will pause there for a second and relive a scene from "You've Got Mail."

Joe Fox: Do you ever feel you become the worst version of yourself? That a Pandora's Box of all the secret hateful parts -- your arrogance, your spite, your condescension -- has sprung open. Someone provokes you, and instead of just smiling and moving on, you zing them. Hello, it's Mr. Nasty. I'm sure you have no idea what I'm talking about.
Kathleen Kelly: I know exactly what you mean and I'm completely jealous. When I'm confronted by someone I get tongue tied and my mind goes blank. Then I spend the rest of the night tossing and turning over what I should have said.

Hopefully, you all remember this classic chick flick. Regardless of if you have seen it or not, I'm sure we can all relate to what the two characters, played by Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan, are discussing. Yesterday, I would have related to Meg Ryan. I'm a wuss. If I get provoked, I tend to think whoever I'm talking to is actually right and then just go on with my life. Evidence A. Yesterday at the store. I let the guy make me feel bad that I wasn't agreeing with him, when really inside I was getting so frustrated. I did think about it all day long and what I should have said to him.

Today, I would have to relate to Tom Hanks. I went back to the store because I wanted something else that I forgot to get yesterday, and I wanted to see if the skirt was still there. Both items were indeed ready to be purchased. As I was checking out by a different salesman, who could care less what I was buying, I asked if I could talk to his manager, and what the name of the other guy was. Nerves began to kick in. I don't EVER do this. I began explaining to the manager what had happened yesterday, with hopefully the details I needed, but I really didn't get a response. I'm not sure why I went in thinking the store owed me an apology. I mean the manager lady didn't do anything to me. I didn't even want to get the kid fired, I just thought somehow explaining to her about it would make me feel better.

At the end of it all, though, as I was walking away, without anything related to an "I'm sorry. I'll do something about this," I began to think about this scene from the movie. I realized, I'm ok with being a wuss. Rather than throwing out the "zingers," I'm ok with continuing to "smile and move on."