Just when I thought my first experience wasn't enough, I now give you the following incident from yesterday:
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Picture it - Downtown L.A. I am in the middle of researching and surrounded by stacks of papers, but happen to be knitting at the moment (hey, I was waiting for a call). Nearby sits a woman with a cane. There is a microfiche machine next to me. A second woman comes in and has to use it.
Me: glances briefly over at the woman to my left as she tries to figure out how to use the microfiche machine (doesn't everyone know how?), and continue with my knitting.
Woman: fiddles with machine, sighs loudly.
Me: still knitting and - have I mentioned? - still SURROUNDED BY STACKS OF PAPERS. It is painfully clear that I am ensconced in that spot.
Woman (to me after realizing that she is going to be using the machine for more than one minute): "Excuse me...can I have your chair?"
No, I am not kidding.
Me: Silence. Silence because I am GOBSMACKED. Gobsmacked because this woman is asking if she can have my chair. You know, THE ONE I AM USING. The one I am SITTING IN RIGHT NOW THAT SECOND. Yes, THAT CHAIR. The ONE THAT IS OCCUPIED. BY ME.
Woman: looking at me as I TOTALLY ignore her and her stupid request.
Woman with cane: actually GETS UP and offers her chair to the hapless cane-free woman. I KNOW. "Here. You can have mine." Way to validate the stupid cow, right?
Hapless Woman: "Oh, no, that's okay. I didn't want to ask you because you have a cane." She then proceeds to TAKE THE PROFFERED CHAIR even though she just said she didn't want to take it from the woman WITH THE CANE.
Me: trying very, very hard not to stab a bitch with my Clover 7-inch straight.
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Sigh. I hate people.
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