Today’s outing was freaking fabulous, and the only places I went to was the Dentist Office in a medical building and then to the Scottsdale Mall.
While waiting in the said room, without the Scientific American magazine that I had planned to take for a shield – I was hit on by an Older White Man. Verbally flirted with in two ways that I find utterly bizarre; and the encounter was entirely at conversational level within the lobby.
I am calling this a successful outing because of this following conflict was successfully not only de-escalated, but quashed by me at the waiting room, and then a salesperson encounter at the Mall for the funeral industry.
Although, my Mom at the clinic end, could hear that I was speaking
and during my encounter with the three individual, 2 white men in their 60s and a white woman who appeared in her 70s and spoke with the softened Brit accent of living in Canada over time.
I wasn’t paying attention to either of the 60ish decade male at the other end of the waiting room, and had been joking about how many buckets of KFC the world was from a self-solving problem. (no intended reference to the current UK shortage, a news item I learned about later, for clarify of wordage reference reading.)
The taller of the two men said “young miss at the end of the bench”
I had been blankly staring at the mounted tv screen and there was a group talk about the large cylinder fish tank; and likely verbally auto-responding the data that I knew, the recent power outage, 2 fish left, eels to be added by the fish service guy.
So I made the mistake of laughing and saying thanks, but I’m 50, not a miss.
He took that for permission for the bizarre tactic one: complain about his work benefits plan, list his major financial assets and tell me he’s 60.
“Be glad you have dental, most people don’t, it needs to be added to the universal health care.” and I looked blankly back at the tv, with it’s infomercial dentist commercials, pop culture celebs who quit dental school to be celebrities, and how celebrity lives are improved with dental devices because that’s the key to better acting apparently, teeth that don’t match the health/life of the character, and most dreary American history pertaining to dentistry – Paul Revere, the famous rider blacksmith despite training did dentistry in the that most scary of medical eras, before the idea of sanitation, germs or professional ethics was known or thought of- explaining in a way that anyone can do anything as long as somebody pays; waiting for a particularly stupid item to recycle, so I could make fun of it to an audience of three people I would never see again. ‘
the two men began to complain about the MeToo Movement ruining everything and soon there won’t be babies, alternating with look at all the Celebrity Sluts who display what we’r not allowed to look at.
The one who’s resume flirting and treating women as buyable golddiggers in the first place, without invitation is basically whining that he can’t enjoy pornography in public – in a Dentist waiting room at 10 am in the morning, and he is supposed to be a 60 year old adult male with a mature sexual understanding.
I reminded them of the Richmond Fire Department male employees sabotaging the footgear equipment of female employees by filling them with dog shit meanwhile there was an actual alarm that meant the department could not actually respond to. Men have to learn how to share the workspace.
Yeah, that’s not okay, they both hangdogged.
“The RCMP Class Action” I only had to say on the next breath.
They both swallowed so hard that I am not sure that if they had tonsils that they were not as crushed as the testicles now crawling inside their body cavities, as indicated by their shift in body language from manspreading on the benches with 2 feet of space between them, to closed legs and crossed arms and appearing suddenly farther apart although the butt clenching the seat certainly suckered them into place.
then, round two.
the one who hadn’t flirted and tried to return to normal conversation
first by bashing on foodbanks and poverty, so I said I remember when food banks were a temporary band aid solution of 6 months in the 1970s. and now it’s a charity industry in 2018. Then I said the word “Mincome” and both men flinched and instead of bashing on the economic brackets below their own level, in a room of strangers with the elephants being named in the room, the men switched to gold courses vs agriculture
from food banks to actually feeding people, shifting to safer ground
I agreed that golf courses were the least best use of land and the worse use of water.
everyone agreed on the environment. a nice safe big word that can mean most anything.
Failed at Flirting and sulking silently 60 year old Man then took a pot shot, and referred to this BC news event; he even said “they got rights, they should get back in the closet”
He kept saying “I’m not prejudice, but these two gays”
he then complained about the hetero-normative pose, which also give me pause only in that we LGBTQ should be creating our own archetypes instead of aping the heterosexuals; so digusted was he that he canceled his newspaper subscription.
the shock of my naming, including the MLA title of Provincial Politician in British Columbia, Canada, so when his bigotry was not validated, he continued to tirade the transgender gender whine, and seriously his premise of flirting is to complain that women object to being treated poorly, gays should be hidden to not threaten/tempt him and men becoming women is too much for his brain to maintain his cognitive dissonance, making his fear shame turn into lashing out, desperately seeking validation of his prejudice from people he is prejudiced against.
I said, given how much men and women hate each other, I don’t know there 7 billion babies on the planet now; and people need to get over transgender, that’s been around since the 1950s medically.
by that time, my Mom was finished and I got to leave on that mic drop slam dunk
Saturday, Feb 24
Afternoon Social With Spencer Chandra Herbert MLA
Come down and enjoy an afternoon with the man with the biggest heart-on for the West End. Get an update from Chandra Herbert on the government’s progress and plans for 2018.
3–6pm. The Junction, 1138 Davie St. Free event. Info on Facebook.
and only now do I wish I had added, and a lot longer through history and across many cultures, not just in theatrical cultural productions. but that would have been too many concepts for a person who measures the whole world by their particular personal appendage. Sad for him that I also know that a person complains about what they most desire.
but mostly I wish I had said, it’s no surprise to me that there are now people who do not identify as any gender, given how said genders behave towards each other.
anyway, at some point in that group topic, the commercial I was waiting to make fun of played.
Saleman Smiler Guy breaks his tooth in a bike accident and his dentist tell him it’s going to decay. So it does and his life suffers and then a friend says, get your dentist to do an implant. Which he does, and his life is solved insert happy family of Smiling Dad with black hair, Redhead Wife and two blonde children.
Which, despite having seen the commercial before, I hadn’t noticed the cartoon family’s hair; so I pointed out, why it took friend and not the dentist, which he had apparently not seen for two years since the emergency – which speaks to a lot of people’s experience of not having health care and only dealing with emergencies
I don’t think the tooth was the real cause of the not smiling, nor not smiling the decline in sales of this fictions person; leaving aside the being sold a service that one is already buying too.
Anyway, the next stop was to the Scottsdale Mall, were I mailed the last part of my new RCMP Class Action law firm submission.
My Mom was chatting with a salesperson from a local cemetary.
They are now selling cremation urn up to 4 pedastal sized stone cupboards.
The family has a few urns and dust collector is undignified for ancestral dust.
My Mom gathered information and I said, we just need to get one of those coffin slots and fill it up. (Bob’s Your Uncle seems Canadian-ly appropriate)
The Saleman grimaced at that math and said Policy prohibits that.
Arbitrary rule, I replied. Cheaper by the Dozen, theatrical pun intended.
He started to explain the policy and I shook my head no and said arbitrary rule by a business.
I told him that liked that company who wanted to mix ashes into fireworks and have a display, but the City of Vancouver said indignity to human remains (criminal code of Canada language), so they didn’t get their business license, meanwhile, there was the American one who’d furnace broke and they didn’t repair it and no one at the power company noticed they weren’t paying bills for 20 years until the police discovered the mass grave of build up of people who’s families paid for ashes.
His face paled and his breath shallowed, his eyes rolled in his head up down, flicker seeing the industry’s generational shift evaporating
never mind the afterthought of mine that funeral and divorce lawyers tend to be the rebound guys, but those kinds of thoughts were not the ones flickering across his mind, they were the math kind and a time’s running out awareness that is a special kind of ironic for the industry marking it’s various ends.
Feeling a little guilty at having unsettled him, I gestured with one hand at the backdrop display of images of the cemetery.
“I like the multicultural aspect of your site”
he shifted back to concerned saleman, soothing and smooth.
then the productive part of the day that’s in person was done
and we walked and then went home