Monday, October 14, 2013
You teach people how to treat you
Last Saturday I met a woman over fifty who was dressed like a man half her age. She wore an oversize tee shirt, baggy knee length shorts belted low enough to display her boxers (which she graciously covered with the tee shirt), sandals with socks and an obnoxious wool cap. I watched her butt heads with someone in authority and leave in a huff. Since Alameda is a very small island, I saw the woman driving later the same day. She pulled over to complain to me about an injustice at the market where I'd seen her. I could have said, "You have a dead body drawn on your tee shirt. Look how you look." Instead I said, "Call in and complain." It took all of me not to say it.