So I had the unfortunate experience of having an interaction with a woman who really didn’t understand the mutual societal agreement of waiting for a Tank juice in silence. I was on a break from work, I headed around to Tank to pick up a jungle juice for my partner who was still working (hustling that chef life). It was somewhat busy but when is it not at Tank. I ordered and sat down waiting for my name to be called out.
Does anyone else give a different name because you know its way to hard for them to even try to pronounce it?
Any way, I perched myself on a stool and pulled out my phone and jumped onto the news. I may be 22 but I like to keep up with the news. Then this woman walked in.
To begin with I didn’t notice her. I was looking at the latest plan for Auckland’s traffic plans. But I noticed her because of her booming voice. Not to be a hater because I have a loud voice. However, she was blabbing on about being dairy free. Not that she had an allergy but she wanted the yogurt that was dairy free because “milk hinders the immune system”. Now to give you some context we are in Ponsonby. Known for its white majority and money. House wives who drive 4WD porches and put their kids in private schools. This is when I peaked at her. Lifted my gaze and to identify the noise maker. She was now smiling also perched on a stool and looking around.
Then we locked eyes.
And somehow her smile got wider.
“You’ll get a text neck”
Was this woman talking to me?
“You can thank me in years to come because your whole generation will have spine problems. Its welcomed advice I am sure”
And I thought for a second if she was being serious or if she was talking on the phone or if she was literally ignoring the fact that all of us in Tank were standing in silence ignoring each other. Because we came here for the juice not the conversation.
But then she nodded at me. And said “I am talking to you.”
And I replied with “I didn’t realise I was asking for your opinion”.
“Its called freedom of speech” she replied as if we are in America or something.
Followed with “you just don’t want a neck problem”.
All I wanted to say to this white pant wearing, smiling, dairy intolerant liar was a few words because if we are playing the game of freedom of speech this woman must think someone will bark back right?
“No actually that is exactly what I was going for whilst I sit here minding my own business.”
That statement is what my mother calls being facetious.
Please spot the girl in the background wishing she could just disappear.
And then my named was called. By my name I mean Sarah because Seren is just too much for some people.
The guy who was also on his phone now was just smiling and nodding his head. Us young people band together, and she didn’t like that.
She walked up to the counter and snatched her diary free, mango smoothie full of lies and as she walked past me said “having an opinion means you have a brain”.
And just like a great game of tennis I hit back with… “well thank god for that”.
Tank in hand she walked the opposite direction to where I was heading.
Moral of this story is that you cannot tell someone to f**k off. Not straight out in a public setting. In private, sure. That is your business. You can be outspoken and make it a difference of opinion. Its just sometimes you have to remind people that there are different opinions out there.
You can’t dislike someone for having a different opinion to you. Its a human thing to be different. You can’t hate someone for being human. I mean you can, but that is also a matter of opinion.